‘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 Oriel College Newspaper. Run by students, with contributions from the JCR, MCR, and SCR & Staff. Current Executive Editors: Tom Davy, Joanna Engle and Chris Hill

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