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?
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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](https://static.independent.co.uk/2024/05/17/11/newFile-1.jpg)
DEAD CAR
The Northern Lights stained my late-night memory,
Seeping and spreading, inking the incredible idea