The Inglorious Dangers of Space
Floating between distant horizons, you dance upon a fraying thread; turning somersaults as butterflies threaten to break free from the fragile anchor beneath your flailing
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Floating between distant horizons, you dance upon a fraying thread; turning somersaults as butterflies threaten to break free from the fragile anchor beneath your flailing
Creating environments in which Cookie cutting is placed On precarious pedestals As the peak of workplace Productivity – Whilst new moulds are Shattered into a
In sweltering swamps, you seethe And sweat. Shedding layers to Acclimatise to the rising heat, Learning to bask in the warmth Of its embrace as
This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that substituting refined carbohydrates with fresh avocados can significantly suppress hunger in overweight and obese
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; But how would it taste? Salty, Sour,
Fade In: People wearing masks Ride their bicycles through A skyline of exhaust fumes and Dirty, blackened smoke. Their lungs irritated By the invisible particles
Within the darkest webs of hidden fear, Bejewelled, unblinking octaves start to glow; The thought of spindly forelegs looming near, Can cause our buried angst
Within the grimy creases of our home, Lurk microbes poised and floating in the dust; A sullied sign that we are not alone. We
Our mental health is complex and obscure, There is no simple truth for how we feel; Depression does not have a catch-all cure, But can
Within each breathe of air we need to live, Are carried tiny particles of dust; These specks pass through our bodies’ finest sieve, And cause