Poetry

Endow

Endowed with quiet grace, she walks the lane, A gift bestowed by dawn’s soft, amber gleam— No gaudy fanfare, but a steady strain That hums beneath the chestnut’s dreaming stream. The village

Shaky

On the edge of a trembling tide, a shaky breath slips through the night— leaves quiver like hesitant thoughts, and shadows waver in pale moonlight. A hand that falters on old railings, a

Bossy

She strides the office floor, a crown of confidence, Her voice a clarion, sharp as morning dew, Demanding order in each whispered sentence, Turning chaos into tidy, polished view. Colleagues brace beneath

Shout

In the hush of morning mist, A single voice can break the hush— A shout that tears the quiet veil, Sending ripples through the vale. It climbs the hill, it slides the

Joint

On the carvery slab the joint of beef does rest, A marbled canvas, deep and rich in colour, The butcher’s labour yields a tender feast, While rosemary and thyme perfume the air. It is

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