"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
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
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
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 perverse demand. The gongs of … Read more
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 from an ancient breeze, We … Read more
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 forks across the sky. … Read more
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 can cause our Earth to … Read more
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; Ozone is deadly when low … Read more
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 of Wisconsin-Madison, which found that … Read more