Poetry
Coventry City
Ricoh Arena under a November sky, Concrete terraces, damp and grey, Scarves pulled tight as clouds drift low, Waiting for the Sky Blue way. The whistle blows, a familiar sound, Echoes of '87 in the
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In the garden’s quiet corner, where dew clings to each leaf, The aster stands, a modest star, its petals soft and brief. Shades of lilac, blush of pink, a violet‑tinged hue, They open
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On the edge of Birmingham’s gentle sprawl, Where Solihull’s streets meet open air, Damson Park stands proud, a modest hall Where hopes are kicked and dreams laid bare. The Moors in amber,
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Dryly In a quiet corner of the kitchen, the toast sits, its crust a brittle sigh, butter long since melted, leaving only a faint, dryly whispered scent of wheat. He smiles dryly, a
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Fulham by the Thames, where old streets sigh, A quiet borough beneath a grey‑blue sky, Cottage walls of brick, a stadium’s low roar, Where swans glide past the water’s gentle floor. The
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