"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling" - Oscar Wilde
In the spirit of National poetry day 2013, here is some of my own bad poetry, I just hope you can all spot the genuine feeling from whence it sprang. I wrote this whilst up on the ice cap and hope that you enjoy it.... or at least don't judge me too openly.
Reaching up to peaks of black
Tumble rumble creak and groan
Blue on high,
'Neath midnight sun no night is nigh
Sunsoaked ice cap ever bleak
Photograph by Emma Godson