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
Perched below the tree line twisted tones emerge, groves of crooked wood that buckle at the knee. Lodgepole seedlings scatter through sunlight, drifting over seas
Swapping Geigers for scales we sweep the landscape for leftovers, searching for residue that clings to the surface like scalded shadows. Slithering vicariously across the
Glassy eyes stare down from vibrant yellow crowns, solemn statues lined up for shady shopping trips to markets masked with colour. Wild or caught traded
Flecks of silver trickle through hostile grounds. Consigned to a footnote by the fervour of unbridled prey too quick to hunt. Defamed. Deprived. Defiled. Invisible
Rising heat wrinkles your feathers, hazy offerings that prick the skin and dull desires. Smouldering beneath the surface, your blood-streaked cloak of darkest night lies
Clouds of colour sail on ocean winds, dancing over dunes like burnished memories of distant, verdant lands. Flying, dying, flying, dying. The promise of return
A wolf in snail’s clothing patrols the penumbra, tentacles twitching at the dappling of light. Bathed in sunbeams your mantle’s edge begins to glow, a
Tiny specs of white hidden underfoot, rings of cilia lined up to blow frozen kisses against the earthy, dirty glass. Sawed. Stored. Thawed. We break
Crackling branches snap in the heat, as smoke cascades like filthy waterfalls across the burning embers of this heated, hated land. An unbottled genie launched