Poetry

Swamp

Swamp’s Whisper In the hush of twilight’s amber gleam, Where reeds stand guard in muted green, The swamp exhales a slow, deep sigh— A murky mirror of the sky. Moss‑soft banks give way

Colwyn Bay

Colwyn Bay Upon the Irish Sea’s soft sigh, where gulls carve silver arcs against the sky, the promenade stretches, a ribbon of stone, watching the tide pull its quiet‑toned groan. The

Comet

In the hush of midnight’s velvet veil, A silver wanderer slips through the night, Its icy heart begins to unveil, A luminous tail that twists in soft light. Children gaze, their eyes

Chump

The Chump’s Folly In market square where stalls do gleam, A chump did stand with hopeful grin, He bought a watch that seemed a dream, But ticked too slow, and broke within.

Afoot

Afoot Upon the winding lane I tread, My soles kiss the damp‑kissed earth, Each step a quiet hymn to the hedgerow’s breath, A pilgrimage of simple worth. The pavement glistens after rain, Pebbles glint

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