Volcanic Seas
Falling seas break your skin, fabricated fractures feeding flareups with deferred certainties that linger in the tuff. Wearing welts like a crown, you proudly pronounce
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Falling seas break your skin, fabricated fractures feeding flareups with deferred certainties that linger in the tuff. Wearing welts like a crown, you proudly pronounce
Rafts of golden brown drift across the sea, leafy suburbs providing food, refuge, life, for the flotsam of fish that bathe between your branches. Filefish,
Sluggishly you sweep across the sea, ceaselessly stimulating your supposed sessility as you secrete spiky streams through dense, porous skeletons. Interwoven spicules that suggest clandestine
In the name of progress we pour your honeyed ichor down the jagged throats of our unquenchable machines, launching broken vessels to coax you from
A solar powered scalp slithers across the sea floor, surviving on the memories of meals consumed when you were whole. Your jettisoned corpse left to
Fish can’t shrug, fish can’t cry, fish cannot get mad; fish can’t sulk fish can’t frown, or tell us if they’re sad. But fish can
An accidental echo on the line oscillates with the baritone of your misplaced song. Waves beneath waves traverse wires crossed with the rising beat of
Ancient forces dredge secrets from beneath the seabed, undulating stimuli unearthing memories of a long-buried past. Rising and falling with the passing tide dark shadows
Stony gardens of shifting light sway vibrantly beneath the waves; rainforests of the sea, whose motely splendour permeates still waters with a pale and delicate
Spat out from the murky exhalations of our impetuous industry you drift into the firmament, tainting its continence with your coarse and filthy touch, trickling