Poetry

Endow

Endowed with quiet grace, she walks the lane, A gift bestowed by dawn’s soft, amber gleam— No gaudy fanfare, but a steady strain That hums beneath the chestnut’s dreaming stream. The village

Shaky

On the edge of a trembling tide, a shaky breath slips through the night— leaves quiver like hesitant thoughts, and shadows waver in pale moonlight. A hand that falters on old railings, a

Mauve

Mauve whispers over twilight’s hush, A shy bloom where violet and rose entwine, Painting the hills in a dusky blush, Like silk unfurled in a twilight line. It lingers on the hem

Visor

Upon the crown of everyday wear, A stiffened brim— the visor— lies, Guarding eyes from sudden glare While sun climbs high in English skies. It shades the brow of cyclists keen, Of cricketers

Tacky

In a shop of plastic rainbows, Where neon ties and sequined bows Hang like cheap confetti on a dull day, We call it tacky — bright, absurd, and gay. Yet somehow it pulls a

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