‘Doubt’st Thou the Stars Are Fire?’

by Caroline Ball

Those waxen wings
Born of a father’s best-laid plans
Weaving some ethereal scheme
From an old man’s foolery

And you –
Borne aloft on fragile fancies
Revelling in your flight
Your freedom
As kingdoms and cities and mountains and oceans and temples and tombs
Pass beneath you
Sky-born
Godlike
In the twinkling of a wave

But a moment’s distraction
A splash of sunlight on dark hair
The heart leaps
And suddenly, gravity.

The Poor Print

The Oriel College Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, SCR, Staff. Current Executive Editors: Chloe Whitehead, Fanxi Liu, Michael Angerer

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