Poetry

Tween

In the hush between the playground’s shout And the first sigh of teenage doubt, Lives the tween – a bright‑in‑between, Where crayon dreams and school‑day schemes Lean against the locker’s gleam, Half‑painted in the colours

Annagh United

Annagh United Beneath the Antrim sky, so oft been grey, Where Mourne's blue shoulders guard the northern plain, The red and white stand firm, come wind or spray, On Annagh's humble pitch, where dreams

Uncut

Uncut In the hush before the blade, a sheet lies waiting, pure and unmade, its edges smooth as morning mist, a promise held in quiet twist. No scissors yet have whispered there, no ruler’s line to

Oxford United

At the Kassam’s humble ground, where the Oxon breeze does sigh, Oxford United stride in white, their hopes beneath the sky. From the chant of the faithful throng to the echo of

Capon

In farmyard chorus, loud and shrill, The capon holds a different skill: No cock-a-doodle breaks his rest, He’s plump and soft, supremely blessed. No strutting spur, no fierce reply, Just gentle pecking, low and shy. While

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