Music to Hear

by David K Asamoah

That hour their song, to my own ears, will play
And I am left alone bound to the mast,
By my own will, to hear the words at last –
Before to madness I should waste away
I hope to know what seaside muses say
That’ve pushed so many sailors in the past
To the deep ocean depths, these waters vast
Start to invite but to the mast I stay…
The song begins,
                         the words do not make sense
And yet it’s all I hear, the waters rise
And rise and rise. The sirens’ isle appears.
Now close enough, I finally meet their eyes
Filled with the emptiness of sad essence
I’m left, still bound, awash with grief and tears.

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford. Written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff, new issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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