Poetry

Psych

In the quiet of a clinic’s hushed refrain, A mind unfurls its tangled skein of thought— Where shadows dance with hope, and doubts are slain, And every whisper carries lessons taught. The

Wider

Wider than the river’s sigh, Wider than the sky’s own blue, Wider still the thoughts that fly— Beyond the narrow, tried, and true. Wider lanes of market streets, Where cyclists weave with cautious

Yodel

On hills where mist and memory twine, A voice climbs up the craggy line— A yodel sings, both wild and free, From valley low to lofty peak. It leaps like lambs on

Uncap

Uncap the bottle, let the amber spill, A slow, amber tide that twists the glass, Each drop a memory, bright and still, Recalling summers that would not pass. Uncap the pen, and

Bumpy

On a winding country lane, the lorry shudders, wheels complain, each pothole sings a gravelly tune, a jolting waltz beneath the moon. My tea sloshes in its chipped cup, while laughter bubbles, never to stop.

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