Lunar Flow
Ancient forces dredge secrets from beneath the seabed, undulating stimuli unearthing memories of a long-buried past. Rising and falling with the passing tide dark shadows
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Ancient forces dredge secrets from beneath the seabed, undulating stimuli unearthing memories of a long-buried past. Rising and falling with the passing tide dark shadows
Buried beneath the snow line, these smouldering corpses begin to glow. Forgotten fires, whose reanimated embers burn brightly across the tundra; frozen bodies recoiling at
Buried deep beneath the tundra, frozen bodies lie asleep, waiting for the trumpet call to raise them from their peaty beds. Saturated with the fossilised
Within the frothy sprays and barren seas, Atop the very apex of our Earth, Anomalies are stirring in the breeze; Instead of mapping the expected
Sunbeams two-step over white blankets Gliding painlessly between worlds, Then stray too close to the edge Where looming Arctic waves Trap their latent heat; Ending
Since the Industrial revolution in the 18th Century, Methane levels have gone up by almost a factor of three. And whilst termites and bovines have