Poetry
The Incredibles
The Incredibles – A Family of Heroes In London’s misty lanes the city sighs, The Rolling Thunder chimes, a distant boom; Yet in the Simpson house, beneath the skies, A hero’s heartbeat sings a
Read more →Rush
Rush At the tick of a five‑o’clock metronome, the city unfurls its iron heart. A lorry pulls by the car‑park, doors wide, its stubborn breath of petrol draped over the crowd. Queue after
Read more →Spotlight
In the dimming theatre’s hush a single beam cuts the velvet dark, a thin silver seam. A lone light, a target, a daring claim, It calls the actors to the stage’s frame. With reverence,
Read more →Thanksgiving
In the quiet glow of autumn’s amber light, we gather on a day that’s not our own, but a feast we share with friends from far‑off, where gratitude takes centre stage. A golden bird,
Read more →Stand by Me
Stand By Me In the mist of the Thames‑side dawn, I stand with a lad in his coat of worn‑out grey, The city wakes slow, its streets “queue‑fast” along, Yet our rhythm is quiet,
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