Thursday, 29 November 2012

Sand Castle

He builds a castle out of sand
Feels it crumble through his hands
With every grain that falls away
The walls collapse, to his dismay
The windows cave, the doorway snaps
The roof gives way, too quick to catch
The parapet all too soon falls down
The moat, the castle's sand, does drown
And before he can even say goodbye
The water's taken to the sky

We can infer from this verse that the author is bad at building sand castles.

Thursday, 22 November 2012


Numbs the pain
Keeps him sane
Helps him chill
Makes him not feel
Drink it up
Refill the cup
Start again

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Cold House

Cold house
Not even a mouse
Not even a louse
Not even a grouse
Could tolerate the temperature
At large in this house
Blankets galore
Cold weather deplore
As with socks, scarves and gloves
The garments he loves
Attempt to protect him
From the harsh coldness within
The cold house

It is not often that a verse so vivid in description and imagery touches upon the subject matter of this particular poem. Not only is the author criticising the literall temperature of a 'cold house', but, moreover, the 'house' itself is serving as a metaphor for the hearts of modern homo sapiens, who leave no place in their conscience for the existence of any constituents of nature which do not immediately serve their needs: a concept alluded to in the mention of a 'mouse', 'louse', and 'grouse'.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

The First First

The first first
Though it was written
In a burst
Has quenched his thirst
To get a first
From now on his work can be his worst
No need for him to get a hurst
For, (although he wouldn't) he gets a first
Although he isn't truly versed
It seems he has the words coerced
Just enough
To get a first.