"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
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, Contrasted with the skin nature had planned. A single, fragile pearl encased in jet, Your pallor marked you out for all to see; In contrast to our progress, blood and … Read more
With climate change now set in stone I go to turn on my TV, And watch the other people moan: “It isn’t really up to me.” “I heard the US fracked for oil, And China built some factory; It’s them who rape and rot and spoil, It isn’t really up to me.” Of … 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
The fifth of November we can’t forget, As colourful explosions light the sky; But rocket residue can cause a threat, Especially if humidity is high. The smoke and aerosols affect your eye, With visibility a quarter less On average, but when conditions are dry. With more moisture less vision will egress, And warnings should be … Read more
Whilst mankind does litter the globe, There’s something that we need to probe: As yuppies flush the toilet chain, Are fish getting high on cocaine? As drugs of abuse start to rise, It’s not just users that have highs. With every speedball down the drain, Are fish getting high on cocaine? A crazy … Read more