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mythology

on this walk I self-mythologise.

I know what I look like from space:
a grain of sand in a yellow coat
a figure drawn in chalk, crawling through time


I want the rain to fall on me forever
thick as snail slime -
how I will glitter on the way back!

running through blurs of oilseed
“it looks like a storm is blowing in”
her voice at the end of our phone call
sings through the rustles of the trees,
through the jumbles of knots and snags.

last time I was here I thought

I was dying: the pain in my chest
felt the size of the moon -
now the beginnings of bluebells
push green heads through the soil
and everything is nearly-new




Rachel is 21-year old and in her second year of studying Classics at Oxford University. Her favourite colour is green, and her poetry has been published in Clandestine Lit Mag, alongside a selection of Oxford university publications. You can find more of her work at linktr.ee/racheljung.
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