Poetry Centre

Oxford Journeys

  • Heart Broken
    I board the bus,
    My tears the only token,
    My last memory of us

    I remember our picnic
    At South Park,
    Punting on the Thames,
    The Radcliffe Tower in the dark

    Stuck in a traffic jam,
    Laughing at life

    But here our journey ends
    A slight movement of the hand,
    And there I go
    Gone for good

    by Laura Ketley