Unleashed

I look at the word – unleashed –

a synonym for going free-range or for freelancing it,

for taking a run and jump, and unfettering oneself from the

control and authority of anyone other than the thing that is the self or

the core of whatever it is to be me. I mean to write about

all of these things. But all I can think about is my shed.

And all I can see is that same shed – leashed up by a pair of harnessed Tom cats –

being

bumped

down my

garden steps

and being dragged off and out and along ……

Poem and image by Jay Cool, December 2024

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

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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