Poetry
London
London On the banks of the restless Thames, where iron‐clad ships dare kiss the sky, the city drifts in mist‑shrouded breath, a rust‑tinged prism of history and glass. Big Ben, standing in minuted silence, tells time
Read more →The sound of rain
The drizzle sets its lullaby on cobbled streets at dusk – a soft, endless pitter‑patter that curls up in the heart. Each raindrop, a silver note, notes played on iron rails, echoing through the
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Jingles at the Hearth In the hush of a December night when the hearth’s glow casts a briar‑twining glow, the strains of a choir rise, soft and bright, and the old carols that all
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Potholes Beneath the bright‑lit glass of a balmy evening, a silver road betrays its quiet deceiving. A splash‑thick bubble of pothole hides, a careless dent where cars and lorries glide. The
Read more →Goldfinches
In the hush of a spring‑morndey hedge A flutter of gold lifts hue from the hedge. With feathers bright as a dawn‑kissed rose, The goldfinch gleams where the seedlings grow. Its beak, a tiny
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