Poetry
Blackpool
Blackpool’s promenade sighs beneath a gull‑kissed sky, Where the Tower stands like a steadfast lighthouse, Its iron bones humming with the low‑drone of tram wheels, Whilst holidaymakers wander, sticky‑fingered, Towards the scent of salt
Read more →Burton Albion
On the banks of the Trent where the crowds gather, Burton Albion’s Brewers march on with pride, Their amber and black stripes fluttering like a banner Over the Pirelli Stadium, where hopes reside.
Read more →Newry City
In Newry City where the Clanrye sighs, Beneath the watchful eyes of Mourne’s blue hue, The old canal still whispers through the skies, Reflecting centuries in waters true. Cobbled streets recall a
Read more →Thumb
In the quiet of a morning flat, A thumb rests soft upon the glass, Leaving a warm, amber print— A silent signature of touch. It hitches rides on lorry backs, Points north when
Read more →Stranraer
Stranraer, where the Irish Sea meets Clyde’s soft sigh, A harbour town of gulls and granite, beneath a grey‑tinged sky. Cobbled lanes recall the clatter of carts that once did roam, While ferries
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