Summer Jenny.
A City Far Away
A City Far Away: Jenny. 19. Slightly disillusioned second year English Literature student at UEA. This will mostly contain poetry, feminism and pictures of Norwich. Oh, and owls. My poetry.
❝ I felt you in my legs
Before I ever met you
And when I lay beside you
For the first time I told you
I feel you in my heart
And I don’t even know you ❞
Nineteen by Tegan and Sara
Maybe we’ll buy some rollerskates
and together we can glide down this hill
past commuters, walking heads bent
and families coercing children into cars.
The world will be a blur to us, hands held
descending into the sunlight, into today.
Maybe I’ll buy a boat,
we can float along the river,
with the otters and the swans.
It may take longer,
but the going’ll be smoother,
and when you get to work,
you’ll be zen like the echoing ripples.
Maybe we’ll swim,
just jump into the river, not caring about
the algae or the weeds or rocks.
You’ll turn up for work and say you
rescued a drowning girl, ignoring how
you held hands as you jumped in,
they’d be impressed, give you the morning off.
Or maybe we’ll become people
who go to bed at 10pm, and wake up
and talk about the stock market.
We won’t walk along the river,
or fantasize about rollerskates.
The Women of Qumar. All the feelings.
Also West Wing tonight! Excitement guys.
I think every student at UEA has that Radiohead poster. I did.
Haha, it’s the rules right?
Today my hair has sculpturality.
