poetry

What it’s like to drive a supercharged supercar

Speed is one thing, writes poet and artist Frieda Hughes – but what about when it breaks down?

Friday 17 May 2024 14:21 BST
Turning the Jaguar home the engine slumped / My foot to the floor could not shift / The hulk of supercharged car
Turning the Jaguar home the engine slumped / My foot to the floor could not shift / The hulk of supercharged car ( Lloyd Motor Group/YouTube)

DEAD CAR

The Northern Lights stained my late-night memory,

Seeping and spreading, inking the incredible idea

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