Poetry

Clasp

In the hush of a gallery where the past unfurls, There sits a brass clasp, where old maps guard their pearls. Its tiny teeth, though aged, keep the paper calm, Like a fingers’

Drama

Evening in the Theatre The evening air hums with whispered hope as the curtains sigh, A tug of colour on the velvet canvas, a foreshadowing of the drama that will unfurl.

Grade

In the bright glass of the school’s grade‑book, the numbers write themselves like magnets pulled. A four, a five, a six – the kingdom of decrees; each mark a crown for the chessboard

Ankle

Ankle In the hush of a London dawn I step, The cobbles echo, a subtle, honest thump, A soldier’s joint where road meets brick, The ankle whispers when the day is slick. I crisscross terraced

Planet of the Apes

Planet of the Apes When the sky turns bruised‑purple and the trees begin to speak, the colonies of primates have found a new world to seek. A colourless dawn, the quarry

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