Poems by Miriam Tomusk

Ode to As You Like It

Week 6, Hilary 2017

I went on a walk yesterday
where the twilight whispered
of a yesterday I wasn’t even sure

existed.

One that echoed in the cloisters
        And beckoned,
                  Willing me to walk
As a chorus resounded.

I caught a glimpse in the garden
and heard chatterings in the chapel
till I was face to face with Arden
and saw that what I met with wasn’t a Yesterday
but a Today
enriched with the song of countless yesterdays.

I went on a walk yesterday
one as I very much liked it.

A no to nostalgia

Week 8, Hilary 2017

Time’s anger has flared up again
as it does every year in June
But I profusely refuse to let him blow his fuse
even when he clangs on with untimely cues

Cues for what? An ending?
Well yes I suppose
But goodness know we have plenty of those
Even the year’s not drawing to a close

So I say no to nostalgia;
I can’t write wistfully about mumps
or the election of Trump
or even rowing bumps
(though that’s mostly because I still don’t know what they are)

This is a celebration gosh darnit
We’ve survived the whole year
And the pressing of time (and prelims) shan’t detract from my cheer

An October mist

Week 2, Michaelmas 2017

An October mist the Bodleian kissed
As though with gentleness to say
“Behold no more life beyond that door
—you must make haste on your essay.”

What a foolish fog to try to rob
Me of my procrastination
With such joy outside, why remain confined?
The autumnal Ox, my destination.

My reading beckoned but, well, I reckoned
Stepping outside was nought to fear.
Essays come weekly, albeit quite bleakly
But this season just once every year.

I returned that eve, it quite hard to believe
Just how time had become much tighter.
With a weary sigh, realised then I
—My essay would be an all-nighter.

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Week 4, Michaelmas 2017

Mamun: The Light of my Life

Week 6, Michaelmas 2017

Though the nights are now dark
I’m a-Freya’d not
for Mamun shines over me

over my path through uni Parkes,
across my left and Wright
my Easton West
warmth that keeps me from Shiv’ring through the night.

And when to-Munro comes
as I’m Tuck’d in bed
Ivo I can say that it’s true
although I thought I Newtons before I came here
Akshayly I’ve been truly enlightened by you.