Poetry

North by Northwest

North by North‑West In a fog‑kissed London street the night unfurls, The weight of velvet moon against the Thames, An image flickers on the silver screen— A stranger’s silhouette, an off‑beat song. A map laid

Filly

In the Paddock Beneath a slate‑kissed August sky the filly trots, her coat a gleaming patch of winter‑coloured flax, her hooves a clattering rhyme on loam‑rich rails that whisper stories of long‑past foal‑play. She bounds

Reservoir Dogs

Reservoir Dogs A dark grand house of wet glass by London‑bridge, where midnight strips of flecked streetlight flick. The crew is draped in paint‑splattered coats of value: White, Blue, Red, Yellow, Green, each with

Posse

The Posse In the fog‑kissed dawn of the West End, a rag‑tag cadre of lads and girls gathers— a dull‑clad posse, not of the law. They are the rapturous choir of the local pub, the

Judgment at Nuremberg

Judgement at Nuremberg In stone‑lined halls where German marble met the lonely thrum of a V‑Bow verdict, the great tribunal kept its watch— a row of carved benches that rang with the echo

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