Sky-ku
Floating out of mind A patchwork quilt of azures – Holding us in place. This is a sky-ku, inspired by the fact that today
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Floating out of mind A patchwork quilt of azures – Holding us in place. This is a sky-ku, inspired by the fact that today
As echoes of past conflicts start to fade, The dissipating fog lays bare what’s planned; Whilst treaties dance upon a blunted blade, With bloodied fist
After carefully constructing a research paradigm, Analysing the data, ensuring all facts align; It’s time I told others of my latest break through, But first
Within the hidden pores of ancient rock, Clandestine remnants of our past lie trapped And whisper of the future they unlock. As these seductive
Why am I a scientist? Partly due to personal perseverance And perspiration. But I wouldn’t even have had the chance To work Up A Sweat
In reefs and caves you make a vibrant nest, Your shells erect majestic, living rocks; As sunlight burns you scheme whilst taking rest, But when
With lines on maps too hard to see, Some call for less transparency; The nightmares of an orange clown, As walls go up the life
Within the salt-encrusted lakes of time, Are secret bubbles formed by primal cast; We excavate these drops from faded brine, To understand the structure of
The island shores run red with blood, As vermin stalk and kill their prey; A grisly, feather-strewn display, As flights are culled with deathly thud.
Within each breathe of air we need to live, Are carried tiny particles of dust; These specks pass through our bodies’ finest sieve, And cause