Poetry

Colchester United

Colchester United, the U's of Essex pride, On Layer Road they chase the leather tide. Red and white stripes like sunrise on the sea, A faithful flock that sings eternally. From the

Life Hacked

Life hacked – a quiet whisper in the kitchen, a spoon turned lever, a jar lid loosened with a rubber band, the kettle’s whistle singing a reminder to pause, to breathe, to stretch,

Wreck

The bedroom's a wreck, let's be clear, Socks like seaweed, pizza smear, A half-drunk mug of cold tea, Where the remote's gone to be. The floor's a foggy, confused sea Of comics, a shoe, and

Dusty

Dusty corridors of forgotten rooms, Where sunlight sighs through cracked‑paned gloom, A hushed blanket of amber‑brown Cloaks the floor, the chair, the town’s old crown. In the attic’s breath, the moth‑worn trunks

Loath

Loath to rise when dawn pulls the curtains back, I linger in the quilt’s soft, muted grey, Each breath a hesitant sigh, a quiet crack Between the world’s loud call and my own

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