Lighter Migration
Clouds of feathers light up the sky, downy rainbows of keratin that flicker in the sun-kissed breeze. Weighed down by the heavy gaze of our
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Clouds of feathers light up the sky, downy rainbows of keratin that flicker in the sun-kissed breeze. Weighed down by the heavy gaze of our
Flecks of gold and red shimmer over restless seas. Incandescent gatherings illuminating the horizon as you throw yourself to the mercies of the wind. Your