When Sea Level RisesWhen Sea Level RisesWhen Sea Level Rises by coshipi
Or possibly falls.
You push a boulder up a small rise
Out of a little dip
It may roll away
Far down the other side of the hill
Into a valley you couldn’t see.
The climate could be like that.
Quite likely it’s up hill all the way.
There are nuclear power stations
All around the coast.
If sea level rises
They’ll get swamped.
A half metre rise doesn’t sound much
Has made wide flat areas
That absorb storm energy
Half a metre of extra depth
Will mean they absorb
Very much less
And every storm will batter
Anything on the coast.
Are better than Soviet ones
So they said
And Japanese reactors
Are just as good as British ones
So they said
If sea level doesn’t rise
Because the changing climate
Goes the other way...
Then the Ice Is Coming
What advancing ice
Will do to nuclear reactors
Doesn’t bear thinking about.
Even just a lower sea leve
I had a dream last nightI had a dream last night.I had a dream last night by coshipi
New legislation had been passed down from God. The propagation of certain negative stereotypes was to be outlawed.
A newspaper editor was sentenced to clear mines in Cambodia for five years (or life, whichever was the shorter) for applying "bogus" to "asylum seekers".
A couple of front-bench politicians - one from each side - were convicted of combining the words "illegal" and "immigrant" in a way that suggested that all immigrants were illegal. They were sent to pick cotton buds in Orissa for ten years.
At first I was worried that this was taking work away from the children who'd normally do it - but I was told they'd been sent to school at the British government's expense, and their families were being paid compensation for the loss of earnings.
I was just thinking what a wonderful new law this was, when I learnt I was to be prosecuted for something I'd written in a letter to the Grauniad. The sentence was likely to be ten years' teaching in a British public
Hathi ka awajI was entertaining some children at a party in India. I was making animal noises for them, and they were guessing what they were. Okay, I meant to do a sheep of course they knew it was a goat, but never mind. Then they started suggesting animals for me, which was much harder, especially since I don't even know what noise half of the animals make. But one little girl said, Hathi! Hathi ka awaj karo! (Elephant! Do an elephant's noise!)Hathi ka awaj by coshipi
Well, I do know what noise elephants make. It's very hard on the vocal chords, but I was young and maybe even more foolish than I still am, and I strained my voice and I did it. And the effort obviously made me shift energetically on my chair, which broke.
Great mirth all around the room. After that I was always known in that village as "the big elephant". (I'm quite a little chap really, but so are most of the folks in that village, especially the kids.)
That was Christmas 1983.
Bedknobs and Broomsticks - and a lovely cup of tea“The crows wait for me. They’re there every morning, when I go to the bus stop. And if I don’t bring food for them, I hang my head in shame.”Bedknobs and Broomsticks - and a lovely cup of tea by Lethus1
Amethyst looks at me seriously over the top of thick black glasses. She is a plump lady, shrouded in a long, hooded shawl. The colours are muted, but still bright enough to stand out against the gloom. She raises her hand to make a point, and the shawl flaps around her elbow. Overall, she bears a striking resemblance to a stern, tawny owl.
Her brow is furrowed, but there is kindness in her blue eyes. When she stands, her red hair swings gently in a waist-long ponytail. Had she been born a few centuries earlier, both those physical traits would most likely have meant the death of her.
Amethyst Selmaseline is a witch. A practitioner of mystical arts. Lover of animals. A being of light, temporarily inhabiting a mortal body. She is also the owner of a small shop in Reddish, just outside Stockport. And the owner of many, many s
Shanty TownsShanty Towns by aldwarke
Ghost-like waifs in ragged shrouds haunt refuse tips
Haggard mothers dry suckle big bellied babes
Beggars, beseeching, stare from sightless sockets
Our brothers and sisters in another land.
Who live in shacks of tin in shanty towns.
Don't tell me about your bloody headache!
Free...The world was a giant surface of white and I stood in the middle of it, surrounded by nothing but wind and snow. Suddenly the imaginary path I was following turned red. I stopped and looked back for a second. The setting sun broke free near the horizon and painted everything red.Free... by Ikabe
Snow and fire.
On the ground behind me, the footsteps I made just a minute ago started disappearing under the freshly fallen snow. It felt right, somehow.
The snow glittered, energized by strong winds and the last rays of sunlight of the day. It was a strange, calming sight; accompanied by thoughts of absolution and achievement. I have been waiting for this all my life, I realize that now.
Life entwined me with its own realities, plans and schemes, but this is what I was always meant to do. I guess I needed to grow older, collect all those little victories and defeats Life brings; experiences and memories; failures and lessons, before I was ready to make such a radical step.
Of course now, standing