‘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
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 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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