‘Misjudgement’ – Kat Wood

by Kat Wood

She wasn’t born to be a saint,
But modelled to a mind’s ideal
And, with celestial restraint,
Held hostage by ill-founded zeal.

The two had met a single time
But in his memory each day
Her image changed to one sublime,
Venus incarnate, he would say.

And so the girl became a squat
For visionary reveries,
A requisitioned, fertile plot
In which to grow his fantasies.

The artist deified her name,
He fashioned halos for her head,
Her body was a spinning frame
On which he spun Delusion’s thread.

But skeletons, although they hide,
No less exist beneath the skin;
And secret treasures sleep inside:
Life-giving marrow deep within.

The wild imaginings he placed
Before her masked the real prize;
Her earthly virtues fell to waste,
Forsaken by his upturned eyes.

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford, written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff. New issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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