"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 …
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 …
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, …
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist replaced by sleight of hand. The broken boughs pollute this new wasteland, As mended limbs now exhume every crease And bow and scrape to each …
Within the salt-encrusted lakes of time, Are secret bubbles formed by primal cast; We excavate these drops from faded brine, To understand the structure of your past. They ratify and filter our forecast That Gaia’s breath was once a weakened wheeze, Devoid of life and luscious chloroplast. By reading samples …
The sun-bleached earth bursts into flame, As lightning forks across the sky; A stolen gift for us to try, A burning life that we could tame. But once we gave this gift a name, We blinked the impacts from our eye; The sun-bleached earth bursts into flame, As lightning …
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they start to bleed. This energy from interstellar rays, Is tempered by the Sun’s magnetic haze; Creating nuclei from which clouds form, A dying star …
We need to breathe so that we can all live, And yet our lungs are not a perfect sieve; So why is it that people still deny: Pollution in the air can make you die. Small particles suspended in the air, Are something of which we should be aware; …
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy. Until my heart stops, As I see that I have run Out of Snow This is a nonet, inspired by research done at the University …