Seismic Songs
An accidental echo on the line oscillates with the baritone of your misplaced song. Waves beneath waves traverse wires crossed with the rising beat of
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
An accidental echo on the line oscillates with the baritone of your misplaced song. Waves beneath waves traverse wires crossed with the rising beat of
Abandoned at the mouth of your shelter you quivered apprehensively at our approach, crying out to be held as we proclaimed the exception of your
Ignoring classical concepts of exploration and exploitation you strategise your advance across fabricated labyrinths that embrace your occupation. With reckless abandon your feathery limbs race
Mechanical eyes drift across horizons, capturing hidden choreographies on the patchwork cloth of your vast abode. Grey on green on green on grey, your pixelated
Golden rays of winter’s sun pierce through the roof-shingle of the channel-sky, forbidden warmth enfolding frozen robes that shudder at the touch of an assumed
Deep beneath the dunes fossilised roots whisper golden memories of emerald lagoons. When sapphire seas lapped tenderly at knotted feet, bathing sunken stems with the
Ancient forces dredge secrets from beneath the seabed, undulating stimuli unearthing memories of a long-buried past. Rising and falling with the passing tide dark shadows
Returning to forsaken lands you cautiously rebuild your island homes; every log, branch, and mud pile pressed on with the precise hesitancy of re-colonised dreams.
Stony gardens of shifting light sway vibrantly beneath the waves; rainforests of the sea, whose motely splendour permeates still waters with a pale and delicate
Scattered across the sea the fossilised fingerprints of your invisible touch proclaim the coincidence of our lineage. A single point from which we all emerged,