Poetry

Orbit

In silent night the silvered sphere takes flight, A whispered dance around the earth’s soft glow, Each steady turn a promise, calm and bright, Where gravity and wonder gently flow. Our thoughts, like satellites,

Swindon Town

At the County Ground, beneath a Wiltshire sky, Swindon Town takes the pitch in claret and white, A steady roar rises from the faithful, As the Robins chase victory with quiet might.

Lorry

On the motorway’s long, quiet stretch, A rumbling lorry claims its pace, Its bright red paint a flashing fetch, Against the grey of road‑side space. The cab, a modest, steel‑capped dome, Holds a

Shill

In the bustling high street’s humming queue, A voice rings out, bright and slick, A shill with a grin that’s ever‑true, Selling dreams with a practised trick. He whispers of bargains, rare

Diver

Beneath the sky‑kissed tide, the diver slips, A quiet silhouette against the blue, With fins that whisper like the sea‑foam’s tips, He glides where sun‑lit shafts of water brew. His breath—a steady

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