"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
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
Within the temperate climes of wooded land, Disturbances are part of nature’s flow; But as the rising heat gets out of hand, The fingerprints of change begin to grow. The patchiness of localised affairs, Cannot conceal the wider cracks and tears; The global climate means it won’t be long, Until the forests that we … Read more
Within the darkest webs of hidden fear, Bejewelled, unblinking octaves start to glow; The thought of spindly forelegs looming near, Can cause our buried angst to throb and grow. To overcome the horrors we can’t name, We must become exposed to what might be; In dealing with this enervating shame, We need to fight the … Read more
Across the dusty plains of southwest lands, An empty dish lies buried in the sands; With taps turned off to nature’s moist supply, As climates change the basin starts to dry. Within the hellish bowels of holy caves, Lie imprints of misplaced and ancient waves; Our excavated past can tell us why, As climates … Read more
Within the grimy creases of our home, Lurk microbes poised and floating in the dust; A sullied sign that we are not alone. We treat these scrounging tenants with disgust, Yet most of them just want to co-exist; To which our incensed manners seem unjust. By letting sunlight stream into their midst, We … Read more
Our mental health is complex and obscure, There is no simple truth for how we feel; Depression does not have a catch-all cure, But can we swallow comfort from a meal? The fatty acids of Omega three, Are found in fish and help to fight despair; Omega six in food does not agree With building … Read more
With rising heat, the Earth begins to bloom, The emerald hues a fervent sign of spring; And every breath of air that’s taken in, A sweet riposte to poisons we exhume. But now these inhalations come too soon, A portent of the harmful change they bring; With rising heat, the Earth begins to bloom, … Read more
Between the curves where space and sky entwine, The air is stripped by violent, solar flow; A savagery inherently benign, When matched with what arises from below. The shockwaves of our past can still be felt, Revealing every blow as it was dealt; As ripples found in time unveil each scar, The atmosphere cannot … Read more