"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Secluded worlds hide secrets from our cold, prying eyes, suffocating starlight in the heat of their embrace. Lost beneath the contrails of a smoggy methane haze, we conjure up impossible visions; draping distant lands in sparkling, precious mists. Ruby clouds dissipate, buried in the plausibility of every grain …
The final act of some forgotten star, Unleashes unseen light at breakneck speed; And once these cosmic rays have journeyed far, Into our atmosphere they start to bleed. This energy from interstellar rays, Is tempered by the Sun’s magnetic haze; Creating nuclei from which clouds form, A dying star …
You spin against opaque and barren skies, An ancient god now floating in the deep; Your secrets hidden from our prying eyes, An azure giant frozen deep in sleep. Across your marbled surface storm clouds race, With weathered patterns we are yet to trace; The gloaming peels away your …
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 …
In Canada a study found, How glaciers melt in the West. The shrinkage is beyond profound, With seventy per cent at best; If we ignore the Earth’s request Then ninety-five per cent will go. New barren lands will not be dressed, With climate change too warm for snow, The alpine …
Researchers have thrown us a new curve ball, That whilst cold snaps might now seem like the norm The surface heating variance will fall. And as this variation takes its form, These surface changes will start to commence The global climate really to transform. Less frequent cold snaps …