"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Translucent orbs of moonlight Sail along our chalky coasts. Encased in an envelope Of teals and sapphires, Their chemical composition Reveals the secret tracks And hidden pathways Of a thousand Thousand Squares of liquid land. By mapping their nutrients Across soggy habitats We use these charts To navigate the channels Of our uncertainty. We … Read more
The blushing sun conceals A dirty secret. So in our quest for BEAUTY We shield our glowing frames From its spiteful rays; Basting our bodies like Pigs in blankets Of congealed and Aromatic fat. Whilst roasting in our tins Of solar opulence Thermodynamics indicates that We are now hotter Than we once were. And so … Read more
Fade In: People wearing masks Ride their bicycles through A skyline of exhaust fumes and Dirty, blackened smoke. Their lungs irritated By the invisible particles that corrode Metal frames and Alveolar walls. RING RING Go their bells as they Cross the road and Casually turn right Into the unmarked bloodstream. Fade In: A sickly … Read more
Beneath the dusty soil and arid earth Your tentacles branch outwards; Driven by an unseen architect To create multifaceted monoliths Of gnarly twine and knotted rope. Your suppurated fingertips Dowse for unseen traces of Ancient reservoirs and Underground lakes, Recklessly reaching through Unseen valleys and hidden troughs. Relentlessly you twist and turn Through broken pottery … Read more
Perched on the edge of perception – Six concentric rings of water, ice, And dust rotate. To the untrained eye you appear Frozen in time. An ancient halo of steadfast Proportions. But in between the sheets of rock And air your certainty is Wavering. There’s a push and a pull. And like a thread … Read more
My climate is wild Full of complexity And pale reefs. A special habitat of Fire, ice, And red herrings. My climate is not OK My climate is NOT a lie. My climate is full of rising seas And worldwide warming, A risky economy Of looming extinction Fuelled by the basic laws of thermodynamics And … Read more
When I think about the daily grind of Nine to Five. I remember sitting in my office chair As a recent graduate. Updating my Myspace profile and Trying to complete Minesweeper, Because even though I had finished All Of my tasks – I could not leave the office Until the clock struck Five. Like some … Read more
Beneath the pristine peaks and snow-capped mounds, Lie records of our past and future selves. A precious commodity lying dormant, Safe from prying eyes and probing minds. Locked up in overlapping, concentric circles Of mutually enticing atmospheric destruction. As we carefully peel away the surging layers, These chemical catacombs reveal their secrets. … Read more
As distant rumblings pierce pastoral air, Each roaming frog recoils without a bound; Mechanical vibrations beat the ground, And conjure up strange feelings of despair. These noises that have caught them unaware, Combine to disconcert and to confound; As distant rumblings pierce pastoral air, Each roaming frog recoils without a bound. But stress … Read more
Within the arid heart of shifting sands, A swathe of ancient microbes team with life; When gluts of unseen rainfall drench these lands, They promise sweet refreshment from their strife. Yet these unbidden floods conceal a knife, With which to slay these citizens through shock; And where these hardy natives once ran rife, The landscape … Read more