"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist replaced by sleight of hand. The broken boughs pollute this new wasteland, As mended limbs now exhume every crease And bow and scrape to each perverse demand. The gongs of … Read more
After carefully constructing a research paradigm, Analysing the data, ensuring all facts align; It’s time I told others of my latest break through, But first I must send it out for review. I search for a journal of prestige and fame, One that is worthy to carry my name; Then I format the text … Read more
Within the hidden pores of ancient rock, Clandestine remnants of our past lie trapped And whisper of the future they unlock. As these seductive murmurs leave us rapt, We penetrate the soil with straws of steel To drink from fresh reserves we find untapped. But first we need to break the stony seal, … Read more
Why am I a scientist? Partly due to personal perseverance And perspiration. But I wouldn’t even have had the chance To work Up A Sweat If I had not been encouraged from an early age That the world was my experimental stage. So, when I asked my mum and dad For the tenth, The twentieth, … Read more
In reefs and caves you make a vibrant nest, Your shells erect majestic, living rocks; As sunlight burns you scheme whilst taking rest, But when the night sets in, your case unlocks. As tendrils slither through the murky brine, They taste the brackish soup for future prey; A thousand tiny mouths now wait in line, … Read more
With lines on maps too hard to see, Some call for less transparency; The nightmares of an orange clown, As walls go up the life goes down. Our sisters, brothers, foes, and friends, Will not escape this ethnic cleanse; There’ll just be ghosts, no border town, As walls go up the life goes down. … Read more
Within the salt-encrusted lakes of time, Are secret bubbles formed by primal cast; We excavate these drops from faded brine, To understand the structure of your past. They ratify and filter our forecast That Gaia’s breath was once a weakened wheeze, Devoid of life and luscious chloroplast. By reading samples from an ancient breeze, We … Read more
The island shores run red with blood, As vermin stalk and kill their prey; A grisly, feather-strewn display, As flights are culled with deathly thud. But waste breathes life into the clay, So nutrients drain from the mud As vermin stalk and kill their prey; The island shores run red with blood. The … Read more
Within each breathe of air we need to live, Are carried tiny particles of dust; These specks pass through our bodies’ finest sieve, And cause our lungs and hearts to tar and rust. This dirt can soil the glucose that we make, With diabetes now a risk we take; The most at threat from … Read more
Hidden deep beneath the briny, see-through floor You seep effervescently from your veiled crack, Belching out a defiant, aquatic roar. You strive to escape the waters cold and black, Taking your leave via the nearest slip road; Breaking the surface with euphoric feedback. Listening to your secret, amphibious code, We measure the pitch … Read more