by Jacob Warn


Green was the colour of day
when clods stuck to corduroy
on cool mornings as a boy.

Green was aching for envy
at the daisy chain she’d plucked
and his chin gleaming with buttercups.

Green was the lie of sucking
grass – a child’s drug – and sap
that boys claimed an aphrodisiac.

Green hued in the teens for crack,
and the Mac, and the jack
and the grey-citied album-track.

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s