Poetry
Singe
Singe A flicker kisses the frayed hem, A breath of flame that dares not blaze— Just enough to singe the linen’s seam, Leaving amber traces in a haze. It is the
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Sober In the hush of early dawn, when the pub’s last glasses clink, I walk the cobbled lane, my thoughts as clear as winter ink. No amber haze to blur the edge of
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Fizzy In a tall glass the lemonade waits, a pale‑yellow promise of sunshine, its surface a still lagoon— until the first tap releases a whisper of escaping gas, a soft hiss that sighs like a secret
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Stirling University Upon the amber banks of the Forth, where river whispers meet the rustle of oak and pine, the campus spreads—stone cloisters and modern glass— a quiet dialogue between past and
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Swamp’s Whisper In the hush of twilight’s amber gleam, Where reeds stand guard in muted green, The swamp exhales a slow, deep sigh— A murky mirror of the sky. Moss‑soft banks give way
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