Catch Me If You Can

by Jenny Potter

Smudges of neon watercolour stain
The powder blue of the heavens.
Towering stems slash at bare shins,
Marking pink, criss-crossed fire
Across epidermal brickwork.

Fields dusted with poisoned petals
Glow yellow in the waning sun.
Rich greenery shrouds footed clay
Leading through lush summer growth

To trees of suitability: tall, spindly, straight
And curved by some forgotten force –
A ceremonial graveyard.

Final rays claw across horizons,
Bleaching the world in one last effort…
Cool night’s breath whispers its presence
And branches whip at retreating cheeks.

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Student Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, SCR, and Staff. Current Executive Editors: Monim Wains and Siddiq Islam

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