Poetry

Etude

Etude In quiet rooms where practice sighs, A single phrase repeats its sighs— Each note a careful, patient thread, A weave of sound where doubts are shed. The fingers trace the

The Battle of Evesham

The Battle of Evesham Upon the fields where Severn bends, The banners rose in brave array, De Montfort’s host, with steadfast hearts, Met Edward’s strength upon the fray. Their spears a forest, bright

Linfield

At Windsor’s hallowed turf the shadows fall, Where Linfield’s crest, a scarlet lion, gleams— A century’s echo in each fervent call, A hymn of hope that blends old faith with dreams. The

Middlesbrough

Middlesbrough, where the Tees rolls slow, Its iron lungs once breathed the world’s bright glow— From blast furnaces’ sooty hymn, To bridges that sigh above the whim. The Transporter stands, a steel‑grey

Smile

In the hush of a rainy afternoon, Your smile breaks the grey like a thin shaft of light, Warm as a fresh‑baked scone, soft as a woollen scarf, It turns the bustling tube

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