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Flood Risk Management Strategy

What if climate change meant turning parts of the city into flood mitigation reservoirs? This poem imagines the result.

View of ranmoor church

I wanted to show him a road I didn’t know was there
that ducks behind Tesco as though to a plant room or store
but winds uphill instead, through trees and sought-after homes

to reach the view I had in mind, a vista from the Gods,
a lake the Committee conjured in haste, swollen now by floods
tumbling off Kinder with little to hold them back

I heard that when August heats up, the bells of Ranmoor Church
ring out, its spire breaching the ripples — and shouting erupts
from the netball pitch where fish now swim through the hoops.

The Rising Sun set long ago but on Tuesday and Thursday nights,
the man with the mic still wants the names of Heaven 17
and the date when the Blades last won the League.

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The Way I Flourish

Poems from Sheffield Flourish’s The Way I Flourish creative writing course, exploring themes of narrative, identity, journey and home.

Careers advice

Let’s imagine, for a moment, smoking is an animal. What kind of animal will it be? Something violent and endangered, I think. A bizarre…

Let’s imagine, for a moment, smoking is an animal. What kind of animal will it be?
Something violent and endangered, I think. A bizarre evol

Hymn

It’s one of those days where you’ve found God, finally.You’ve been heathen for weeks but now your body— its bumpy legs, its fingers…

It’s one of those days where you’ve found God, finally.You’ve been heathen for weeks

but now your body— its bumpy legs, its fingers grippin

Sometimes It Helps

I rode around the garden today on a big white horse.I was naked except for sunglassesSometimes it helps.To feel extravagant and…

I rode around the garden today on a big white horse.I was naked except for sunglassesSometimes it helps.To feel extravagant and theatrical.D
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