"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Sailing swiftly along the salted seashore, Your whiteish throat flanks brown streaks That accentuate comedic orange brows. Amongst saline marshes and sunken reeds You build your nests in tall grasses, Limited by any stable support to protect Our token gesture of ‘high concern’; Your whispery, wheezy song a knowing nod To the limitations of your … Read more
Your recent absences have become More pronounced; The late spring evenings are no longer Alive with the industry of your approach, And the flowers in the hanging baskets On the high street fidget with uncertainty. We know that something is wrong, and So we call a meeting in the public library, where We trace your … Read more
On the night that Titus fell His night nest was not empty, Not empty, but silent. His body still warm, Still warm to receive The procession of still warmer bodies Come to bear witness to what had Fallen. First comes Umushikirano, He beats his chest and begins to Shake the fallen emperor. Later he … Read more
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
Once they roamed across the plains like gods, Their gigantic frames drowning out the sun As they paraded in quiet contemplation. Jealous of their size and serenity We hunted them to the brink of extinction, Turning their beautiful pearly whites into Piano keys, billiard balls, and minor objects of decorative value. After we were told … Read more
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 break apart Across the grounding line; a shattered Kaleidoscope of powder and Periwinkle that bares the Effervescence of its Contents. Torn free from their shackles these shattered monuments drift … Read more
You slide fluently through cool, coastal waters, A balletic grace with unparalleled force That silently slips between the spheres As a distant rumble announces time. Reaching into your deepest recesses You absentmindedly cast-off towards the north, Upwelling shadows beckoning you to feed. The hairy fringes of your mouth begin to bristle As you approach your … Read more
An incendiary flash of colour – Your violent hues scatter the scrub; We watch as you forage for food, Using your casque like a fork. Reptilian eyes stare unblinkingly, Your tridactyl feet conceal a blade; We watch as you secure your stance, Using your casque like a sword. Vegetation brushed callously aside, Your … Read more
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 stream. Your perfectly preserved husk Lies buried; Sheets of glass Protect your shroud from Arctic hare and polar fox; Their footsteps vibrating gently Against the windowpane of Your mausoleum. … Read more
The blushing sun conceals A dirty secret. So in our quest for BEAUTY We shield our glowing frames From its spiteful rays; Basting our bodies like Pigs in blankets Of congealed and Aromatic fat. Whilst roasting in our tins Of solar opulence Thermodynamics indicates that We are now hotter Than we once were. And so … Read more