Poetry
Blade Runner
Red Glass and Grey Skies In the wet souped‑up streets where the high‑street lorries skid, the air tastes of burnt petrol and electrolite. Neon signs flicker in steel‑black colour, casting a jaundiced glow over
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Among In the murmur of a morning tea, where kettle spills its steam to the left and right, among is the quiet underspace that holds the cup, the saucer, the universe of
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Ratatouille In a slow‑cooked cauldron where the sauce is mellow, Peppers, courgettes, tomato paint the story yellow, Eggplant curls like velvet, their skin a deep‑purple hue, A French‑inspired feast that makes the heart feel
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The Tulip in a London Patisserie In the quiet corner of a London garden, I spotted a single tulip, green‑leafed and bright— A splash of crimson against the dull brown of peat, A little
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How to Train Your Dragon In a valley where stone shadows glide, a bruise‑coat beast waits, fierce yet dignified. The folk of the north say, “Hold calm, listen well, for a wyrm thrives not
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