Worn-Out Words

by Aidan Chivers

The cracked pots of consonants lie strewn across the ground,

And quiver with the rattle of feeble cliché –

Whimpering, they give out a creaky, plaintive sound

Battered by tiny tongues forcing their decay.

 

Colourless vowels fade, hollowed out through overuse:

An impotent oblivion of musty, mouldy scents.

Antique tapestries unravel; dusty threads run loose –

A sickly, pallid shadow of the artist’s intents.

 

Syllables, torn up, litter busy workshop counters,

Reworked with feverish fingers by the Symbolist tailor

Who re-stitches, and tires; re-sews, and flounders:

He weaves his worthless patchwork of artful failure.

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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