We didn't go abroad this year, we had our summer holiday
Here in the UK where it had rained all summer long.
We scuba dived in the sea but it was dead, devoid of all
Life; we walked the coastal path to where the bungalow
Fell in the sea last year, near to the wreck of the oil tanker
That ran aground in a winter storm.
On the only dry day we had we went for a picnic sitting
In a meadow beneath an oak tree but there were no wild
Flowers, and no bees either; even the Holly Blue's didn't show.
Only the soft noise of fracking in a nearby field. Cows that once
Graced that field now stand farting and eating their lives away
In a shed that's part of a factory farm.
On our last day we sat in the cafe eating cod and
Chips, cod caught in the Irish Sea loaded with
Caesium 137 and strontium 90 that had been seeping
Out of Sellafield nuclear power station over the years.
We could have had the Pacific tuna irradiated from the
Fukushima fall-out but preferred the cod.
Categories:
caesium, change, corruption, environment, farm,
Form: Free verse
The son of Helios He was the noble Helium
But He was an elemental slug fond of Valium
All said He was not at all noble
He was basically Ignoble-
Anomalous wetting of Helium on Caesium
Periodic Table of Elements - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Anthony Slausen
12/03/2014
Categories:
caesium, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Sometimes
I feel like I'm stood on the edge of a cliff
swaying too and throw
in a icy cold biting wind
staring down
at the dark deep caesium below
never knowing
from one moment to another
which way I'll go.
Hoping someone
will come along
and reach out and grab my hand
and save me.
but until then
I stand here and sway.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
Categories:
caesium, confusion, dark, depression, introspection,
Form: Free verse