Poetry
Gooey
Gooey whispers in the quiet kitchen, A river of caramel slipping slow, It clings to spoons, to fingers, to the tin, A tender tide that lovers know. Like jam on scones at
Read more →Dally
In sun‑dappled lanes we linger, Time a slow‑melting toffee, sweet and thick, Hands idle, thoughts a wandering creek, We dally, dawdle, let the world tick by. Each moment stretched like cotton‑wool clouds, Laughing
Read more →Drape
In the hush of the old theatre, a heavy drape hangs solemn and still, its velvet folds a deep, muted colour, waiting for the curtain’s quiet thrill. It sways with the breath
Read more →Coven
In the hush of midnight’s velvet veil, A coven gathers ’neath the silvered moon, Their cloaks a rustle like autumn’s pale, Voices weaving ancient tune. Hands entwined, they trace the sigil’s seam, Chanting
Read more →Throb
Throb In the hush of night the city’s pulse Throbs beneath the pavement, low and deep— A distant lorry’s hum, a lover’s sigh, The steady beat of rain on a cracked pane. My
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