A Winter of Extinction
Greying mists once blocked out the sun, clouds of copper casting frosty shadows across cloaked and ancient skies. A false and deadly portent for the
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Greying mists once blocked out the sun, clouds of copper casting frosty shadows across cloaked and ancient skies. A false and deadly portent for the
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
The Earth has set the sky ablaze with glorious hues of orange. Strombolian explosions spew incandescent blocks, emerging from the Throat of Fire with biblical
Submerged beneath sediments of ancient ash and bone, the variety of absence suggests the magnitude of loss; high-precision ageing unearthing fountains that loom above the