‘Traces’

by Aidan Chivers

As I awake in strange and foreign bed
And on my face French sunlight gently falls,
I look for my own room around my head
But find myself between uncertain walls.

My eyes, in earnest, dart around and seek
With puzzlement a trace of something known –
They chance upon some words and, eager, peek
At poems pinned last night against the stone.

Warm feelings and soft thoughts begin to form
From whispers which I knew myself before.
The minds of others meet and, humming, swarm –
They mix with mine as I approach the door:
So all day long, as I the country roam,
It’s not all new – but holds a glimpse of home.

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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