Poetry

Flyer

Upon the notice board it lies, A splash of colour, crisp and bright, A flyer whispers of the night, Of jazz, of tea, of Saturday’s surprise. It folds itself in crisp white lines, Inviting passers‑by

Crone

She walks the lanes where moss clings to stone, A crone with eyes that hold the dusk’s own tone. Her hair, a silver veil, whispers of time, Each strand a thread in the

Fiend

In the sable night's grim shroud, A fiend stalks the lonely moor, His breath a chill, his eyes like coal, He prowls where wary folk keep their door. With cloven hooves and

Earth

Earth From rolling hills to deepest seas, The world turns slow beneath our feet, A tapestry of green and blue, Where life awakes in quiet beat. Mountains stand like ancient stone, Their

Donut

Round and golden, a doughnut delight, Fresh‑fried in the bakery’s warm light, Its sugary glaze catches the sun, A sweet, soft spiral, bite after bite. From jam‑filled centres to chocolate‑kissed tops, Each ring

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