Poetry

Hydra

Hydra In the damp hush of the Hesperides’ groves, a serpent’s breath would stir the tea‑leaf air, its heads—crowned with iridescent, cryptic splendour— spaced by moon‑lit veins of wet clay. Perseus, with glinting

The Shop Around the Corner

The Shop Around the Corner In haven of the cobbled lane, where dust‑laden dawn is light, a modest sign in faded gilt swings open, welcome bright. Whispers of tea and marmalade beneath the

The Ox-Bow Incident

The Ox‑bow Incident The Ox‑bow Incident, whispered on a wind‑blown day, A patch of earth where the flat land turns toward the water, Where tin‑dust sighs like a low hymn and the cattle’s

Dizzy

The Spin In the tilt of a railway platform, the world unfurls like a woolly scarf hanging from the buzzing ceiling. The whistle blows, and a river of traffic lights blinks behind my ears as if

Casino Royale

Casino Royale In the glittering glow of the ancient hall, the Croupier whirls the chips, his hands a ballet of quiet power, stamping the colours of luck that have come and gone. Grey cards rest

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