Unravelling into middle age and out again.
A ball of wool wound up tight, neat, fixed for a while.
Catching, snagging, pulling, loosening and tangling.
One great mass of stuff.
Stuff to be pulled back in.
Tight.
Copyright owned by The Silly-Savvy Salopian, January 2020
Image by snd63 from Pixabay
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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