Listening for Messages in the Bubbles
Hidden deep beneath the briny, see-through floor You seep effervescently from your veiled crack, Belching out a defiant, aquatic roar. You strive to escape
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Hidden deep beneath the briny, see-through floor You seep effervescently from your veiled crack, Belching out a defiant, aquatic roar. You strive to escape
With drips and bursts and streams from their blowholes Beluga whales blow bubbles in the sea; The air encases liquid as it roles Languidly from