"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
The bees effervescently Secreted sweet scents. They smelt smelly feet Then went wherever The sweetest smells went. They neglected the less Sweet smells, Seeded the scene, Then entered the nest. This is a univocalic poem (using only the ’e’ vowel) inspired by recent research that has investigated the extent to which bumblebees can identify markers … Read more
The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. A whisper on a callous knife – The gossamer of human life. You take away the sting of strife, With artificial growth to please. The gossamer of human life Sways gently in a passing breeze. This is a Triolet, inspired by recent research into … Read more
At the end of my garden I see you perched quietly, Your orange belly glowing Like a slowly setting sun. A dead leaf tumbles across My unkempt lawn like a ghost; But you do not even blink, And I cannot meet your gaze. You lift your wing to hail me And I return … Read more
The sky lit up with careless ease, We left you as we fled the scene. A distant whisper in the trees, The sky lit up with careless ease. Our selfish whim you did appease, And reappeared as if from dream. The sky lit up with careless ease, We left you as we fled the scene. … Read more
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion like a candle burns too bright, And danger lurks in shadows like a knife; Do not go into artificial light. We harvest you from town and rural site, To … Read more
There once were some pigs north of Java, Whose warts needed a balaclava. Whilst a new study found, That their numbers were down; Endangered without a palaver. This is a Limerick, based on recent research done by scientists at the VHL University of Applied Sciences in the Netherlands, who carried out the first … Read more
I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy. Until my heart stops, As I see that I have run Out of Snow This is a nonet, inspired by research done at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, which found that … Read more
To soar like a bird would be a grand thing, With flights through cobalt depths and azure seas; Nothing against you but air on your wing ‘Til something bad came carried on the breeze, As once again mankind did as they please And suddenly your range was cut in two, Whilst half of your brethren … Read more
The seabirds help our coasts to live and breathe, Perched delicately across the food web. But watching as they fly and gently wreathe, Their numbers do not flow they only ebb; For the past sixty years has seen loss seethe, With seventy per cent caught in death’s web. And now we cast our eyes as … Read more