A Circle of Life
This is a shape poem, inspired by recent research that found the roundest object ever observed in nature to be a distant star called
Nature
Subterranean Homesick Fish
In deep dark ponds you gently glide, You made this cave your place to hide; Blessed with neither scales nor sight, You struggle blindly in
The Selflessness of Magpies
A selfish streak of silver in their heart, These scavengers are thieves without a band; In altruistic goals they play no part, An archipelago with
Naked to Pain
Beneath your blind and wrinkled face, you know There lies a hidden strength on which to draw; You seethe and huddle in the ground below,
Bird Brained
How can we say our brains evolved to read? When we have only just begun to write; There must be something built into our sight,
Forbidden Dreams
You cast off with a heavy heart, A flash of bloodshot as you leap; And even though this is the start, The ocean waves call
The Death of a New Species
In Africa there is a killer Queen Engaging in a spot of filicide; Where two sub-species meet in zones between Their habitats, all male offspring
The Sparrowhawk
At the end of my garden I see you perched quietly, Your orange belly glowing Like a slowly setting sun. A dead leaf tumbles
The Peppered Moth
Arising from our ashen pit of toil, As forge and mill did shape this unkempt land; The blackness of the trees from coal and oil,
Senescence by the Sea
Whilst it is certain that we all must die, Why is it that we must grow old with age? Our final acts upon this mortal