Eighth Week – A Poem

by Jenny Potter

Lips bruised by the cool taste of your
Mouth still clinging to my tongue.
College steps,
Cool stone,
Feelings of ineptitude.
A physical catharsis:
Tracing the shapes of words but
Releasing only the sounds
Of a metronomic breath.
The kiss of the mist
Frustration at the expectation of
Social conformism.
Steel steps slicked with frost,
Figurative monopoly on my thoughts.

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, and SCR & Staff. Current Executive Editors: Alex Waygood & Aidan Chivers.

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