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 climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to