Coming of Age in Oxford

A snapshot from my days of wonder.

February steals into March
Slinking away, taking
Redundant memories,
Of childhood hugs,
Schoolboy ambitions,
Hope-fuelled dreams.
 
Adulthood lurks at the door,
Poised to engulf me,
I am destitute of place and property.
 
Nobel Prize winners, future presidents,
Will squat easing their bowels,
Underground in St Giles’
Where I curl, foetal-balled, on cubicle tiles
Beyond the reach of snow,
But not the withering cold.
 
Urgent workers rattle my door,
“Hurry up! What you up to in there?”

 

I wait for quiet and emerge
Blowing into my hands for warmth,
Rubbing sleep from crusted eyes,
Heading to find a breakfast of sorts
In the bleakness of an Oxford dawn.

The cardboard filling the hole in my sole
Is wet right through –
My socks are sodden too,
Rancid from a winter’s wearing.
 
My eighteenth birthday. I’m a man now.
If I’m nicked it means the truncheon and jail.
I wait for the law to patrol the farthest aisle
Kneel to lift a canvas cover
And snatching at packets blind –
Find dates for energy
And bourbons to dunk in the tepid tea
Dished up at the market stall.
 
With another tanner
I could buy a second cuppa.
Stay nice and warm an extra hour –
If I had another tanner.
 
Oxford’s historic alleyways
Stream thick with aspiring academics
Allured by dreams of glittering prizes –
They never notice me.
 
I spare no envy on the wealthy,
Or wonder at the stark beauty
Of winter naked trees shyly budding
Or the sedative of colleges
Swaddled in dreaming histories.
 
I walk head down,
Sloshing through grey grit gutter slush
Seeking a glittering prize of my own –
 
Two bob or half a crown.

© coolhermit 2017
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Sweetwater
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Very bleak, but as with all your poems I am totally drawn ‘into the moment’ with you, and no matter how harsh the words, you write them with a kind of beauty woven through. Sue.

Savvi
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Too real not to be true in some part, stunning writing. Great job Keith

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