Poetry Centre

Oxford Journey

  • This is the way into Oxford,
    Plugged into the songs in my pocket.
    In my head I sing along to the second violin,
    Sound cloistered between the ears.
     
    I am travelling into a private city,
    Built of shortcuts and anecdotes,
    Not watching the route known by heart,
    Not listening to the chatter
    or the wheels hiss on wet tarmac.

    by Katherine Firth