Sci-Fi Poetry III

This is the third and final Sci-Fi cut-up poem I have, and I think it is my most descriptive one. Have a read and tell me what you think.

They went in search of the new land

left behind jewelled heights

past empty

streets

houses

cars

They were watched without ever being seen

They would meet with the discovery of a new landscape

A future.

Transparent indigo lakes advance over the beaches,

red pink skyline with a light white sun,

forests unfolding down dark stone mountains,

and birds sang of the hope

of those who came.

Read the other two as well: Sci-Fi Poetry I and Sci-Fi Poetry II

Sci-Fi Poetry II

Another Sci-Fi cut-up poem. Not my favourite but still worth a mention.

UFOs

A zigzag trail across white roads

of an unknown city

a metallic shadow on the street

Cars standing on a pavement

outside of town

as though evacuation.

It came by day

and found the discovery of

blonde,

instructor,

authoritarian,

dictator?

Men. 

Take another look at the first Sci-Fi cut-up poem.

Sci-Fi Poetry I

In Sci-Fi and Fantasy we were given two poems by Jeremy Reed. I really don't like poetry but I thought I'd try it out again. But, instead of writing my own from scratch, I'd borrow some of Reed's lines.

Cut-Ups.

Like I did back in first year for Oversized, and like David Bowie used to do for his songs. I cut up the two poems and then used the lines I liked best and made them into a brand new poem. Actually, I made three. But I'll post them separately. So here is the first one.

Two mannequins

caked in blood

silent

depressed

rusting

scattered over the streets

of the deserted town

Almost expecting a last speech before absolute silence.

The signposted city

No one here.

St Catherine's Hill

For my module Writing and the Environment we went on a field trip to St Catherine's Hill in Winchester to be inspired by nature.To be honest, it was just really cold and really muddy, not the two most inspiring things. But I did come up with this poem based on the wildlife of the hill and it's a little bit surreal.

What I Saw on St Catherine's Hill 

Butterflies of marbled white

rock roses down the chalk hill.

Blue skylarks and the rough hawk's bit 

is to drop worts on the 

autumn lady's tresses

while Argus Brown watches

eyes bright

doing the Devil's bit.

Scabious pyramidal cowslip 

disgusts the Shetland sheep 

greater than knapweed or thyme.

Avoiding chaos in the kidney vetch

a small skipper of a frog hugs an orchid 

the shape of a horse's shoe.

Surrealhabilitation - A parody.

This was an assignment for my Short Story module. We had to write a parody of an author's work from our handbook. I chose to do a parody of Leonora Carrington a well known surreal artist and author.

Surrealhabilitation

EDIT - 31 March 2012: I am removing this post temporarily as it is entered in Short Fiction's Competition. It will be back in July.