Poetry

Beige

In the quiet corners of a city flat, Beige drapes the walls in muted, patient grace— A soft embrace of sand‑washed stone, Where light sighs gently over wool and lace. It holds

Kelty Hearts

Kelty Hearts On the fringe of Fife where the green hills sigh, The Kelty Hearts take flight beneath a Scots‑blue sky. Their striped jerseys flash like clouds across the pitch, A chorus of voices—loyal,

Soupy

In the kitchen’s amber glow, A pot of broth turns soupy slow, Vegetables swirl in creamy tide, Steam ascends, a fragrant guide. Each spoonful whispers comfort’s hymn, Warmth embraced, a soupy whim.

A caterpillar named Colin

Colin the caterpillar, humble and small, Creeps through the lettuce, his favourite sprawl. His body is striped in shades of jade, A tiny explorer in the garden’s shade. He munches the leaves

Wager

A wager on the wind, a flutter of chance, A punter’s hope tucked in a leather‑bound satchel, The bookie nods, his chalkboard eyes alight, Stakes laid like quiet promises upon the green, Each roll

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