by Tom Davy

To the first term’s autumnal fog.
Tears tumble off marooned cheeks
That peek into new rooms, new curtains,
Parted like families.
Then there’s the names that fizz
Like molecules around the hall,
A mahogany pit of reaction
After reaction
After reaction.

We’re all playing potters,
Clay bridges between ourselves
Form like the celestial lines above.
The Oxford sky observes quietly
Then mutters something
And it pours down.
And the realisation gains momentum:
Three short years from now,
Beneath these muttering clouds,
New stuttering students
Will stutter staircase
After subject
After name,

And share newly in the rain.

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.

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