Poetry
Parka
In the blustery British winter, when the wind bites keen, A sturdy parka hangs beside the door, its hood a silent screen. Cotton‑lined, with a fur‑trimmed collar, it wards off the drizzle’s
Read more →Luton Town
Luton Town, where fields of green lay neat, A hatters’ pride on Bedfordshire’s beat, From Kenilworth Road’s historic roar, To dreams that soar beyond the shore. The scarlet shirts, a blaze of
Read more →Satin
Satin slips like whispered sighs, A smooth, moon‑lit river flowing through the night, Its glossy surface catching light— A soft, cool caress that clings, then flies. In drawing rooms of velvet hush, Where
Read more →Preston North End
Deepdale's terraces, terracotta old, Where Preston North End's story first took flight. Founded in eighty-eight, both brave and bold, The first to claim the league's emergent light. They went through seasons undefeated,
Read more →Umbra
In the quiet hush of evening’s sigh, The sun withdraws its golden seam, And leaves behind a solemn sigh— An umbra draped in twilight’s dream. It folds the hills in sable silk, Where
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