Majestic Migration
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
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
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
Rafts of golden brown drift across the sea, leafy suburbs providing food, refuge, life, for the flotsam of fish that bathe between your branches. Filefish,
A shadow falls across this land, unseen shades that consume the light and expose elder memories to the brilliance of their imperfections. Mischievous systems loiter
Yellows, blues, greens, and silvers dance across the forest floor; prismic patterns cascading beneath the canopy to saturate in shades. Yellows, blues, reds, and oranges
Sunken in the sediment smudged relics protrude, translucent waste that shimmers in its bed of filth. A menagerie of treasures that mark our spot in
Sluggishly you sweep across the sea, ceaselessly stimulating your supposed sessility as you secrete spiky streams through dense, porous skeletons. Interwoven spicules that suggest clandestine
Icy breath cascades across our asphalt arteries, meandering blockages that we incinerate with shovelfuls of salted grit; their cloying excess overspilling into unkempt reservoirs that