"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
You slide fluently through cool, coastal waters, A balletic grace with unparalleled force That silently slips between the spheres As a distant rumble announces time. Reaching into your deepest recesses You absentmindedly cast-off towards the north, Upwelling shadows beckoning you to feed. The hairy fringes of your mouth begin to bristle As you approach your … Read more
At the bottom of the ocean, In a mariner’s trench so deep That Hillary could have climbed it, We pray that we will find silence. So carefully we tap the phones, A titanium-encased bug That we place in the ocean’s heart So that we can find its stillness. Yet even here, beneath the … Read more
With drips and bursts and streams from their blowholes Beluga whales blow bubbles in the sea; The air encases liquid as it roles Languidly from their choice of cavity, And even though the whales seem quite carefree The different bubble types reflect their mood, With drips and mouth rings playful as can be; When shocked … Read more