Poetry

Inherit the Wind

Inherit the Wind In a small county square where echoes die, the world hung‑tight between a preacher’s open hymn and a scar‑lined hand that urged: “We study a theorem!” A great humid dawn was

Scene

A Scene in Many Hats In the hush of a cobbled lane, the cobblestones still whisper with the rattle of lorry wheels and tea‑time chatter; the early-morning mist unfurls a soft, diffuse veil, and

Ace in the Hole

Ace in the Hole In a quiet corner of the upstairs flat, I shuffle the deck, the colour of the night’s dim light. A simple game of bluff between a few pals, While the

The Godfather

The Godfather – A Quiet Portrait In the dim light of a family’s old parlour, The Don sits by the mantle, measured and still, The colour of his silence veils the power, His love,

Cello

Cello Serenade In the dimming light of a Westminster hall the cello sighs—its pearled, bronze‑bright throat casting a deep, mellow hue like London fog on a rainy day, and every note that lingers in

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