"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Walking backwards we follow Your trail of malevolence. Random doodles scrawled across the Loose soil lead us back to your nest, Where empty sacs of life Lay scattered like Last week’s dirty laundry. Carefully we map out the Stratified layers of sand that You have loving dug in spiralled Rhythms of ochre and gold. Each … Read more
Emerging from my host now fully grown, I test my twisted wings on freedom short; Then start my search for your sweet pheromone, And spy you bulging like a grotesque wart. You occupy the belly of a bee Cocooned inside and safe from any pain, At least until you copulate with me; If you don’t … Read more
These parasitic insect pests, Crave sanctuary that is sanguine; As most unwelcome, picky guests, They flee the hues of gold and green. Lilac and violet are painted, Daughters become well acquainted; Whilst sons search for others in red, To blacken the sheets on our bed. This is a Rispetto, based on recent … Read more
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion like a candle burns too bright, And danger lurks in shadows like a knife; Do not go into artificial light. We harvest you from town and rural site, To … Read more
You reflect happily on times gone by, On parents that raised you the best they could. Her early life was damaged; you won’t pry. Remember when you caught each other’s eye, Both spotting a mouse corpse oozing fresh blood; You reflect happily on times gone by. You build the mouse a tomb whilst … Read more