Colours of Distant Life
This poem is inspired by recent research, which has created a colour catalogue to help find life on distant, frozen worlds.
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
This poem is inspired by recent research, which has created a colour catalogue to help find life on distant, frozen worlds.
With season’s end you topple to the ground, aching, broken limbs held aloft by briny hands that bare you proudly to their sunken home. Drifting.
A shadow falls across this land, unseen shades that consume the light and expose elder memories to the brilliance of their imperfections. Mischievous systems loiter
Under cover of violence we pulled you from your frozen past, geological collateral lying dormant in our hurried transits. Patiently you lay there, whispering at
Golden rays of winter’s sun pierce through the roof-shingle of the channel-sky, forbidden warmth enfolding frozen robes that shudder at the touch of an assumed
The Snowpack glistens Against a late November sun. Weighed down by the burden Of frigid memories that Will later flow as torrents Into empty reservoirs
A continent of purest blue begins to flow, an unstoppable force That spills towards the sea in cinematic slow motion. Pristine shades of sapphires that
You struggle for breath. And reach towards the sun With yellowed fingertips; Stunted roots Can no longer drink The static water that was Once a
As mountains break apart at snow-packed seams, They spew their powdered cargo without care; Destroying life with frozen, hoary streams, Their mass and scope now
Within the frothy sprays and barren seas, Atop the very apex of our Earth, Anomalies are stirring in the breeze; Instead of mapping the expected