If you look closely through the window bars
You can catch a ghostly shape – ephemeral
Memento of generations of students
Walking through trodden alleys to sit
Their final rounds – from blank pages to hastily,
Frantically scribbled ones. Their bearing strides
And heavy steps cause ripples on the Cam.
Prepared, yet undone, after terms and terms,
Of knowledge gathering, struggling, retaining –
Lingering – page turning, leaflets and books
Abounding – ingesting to digest, purposely
Day and night, without sight of rest –
Until they come to cross that bridge.
Their burdened moods resonate in silence.
Sighs echo, pouring from a daunted soul
To another – then another and another –
Until they reach that ultimate thick,
Weightless door. It opens.
Their sore minds and forgotten bodies
Bravely walk through. All wrapped up
And shrouded in heavy silence.
From the other side of the recluse premises,
We can feel the brush of their restless thoughts
Loud complaints resonating in silence. I shiver.
Post answering the theme “Architecture – go monochrome!” – Day 10 of the Developing Eye 10-day Photo Challenge.