Sunday, July 21Royal Holloway's offical student publication, est. 1986

Move on Up

An Anagram Poem

By Jemimah Hawkes

Perhaps the best plan 

would be to shove you  

with no more politeness than a lain-down rake.  

But I allow myself no 

such luxury. You and yours stretch to eons of space and time.  

I am not infinite, no.  

I am not forever, no 

always lurks in me.  

But I am so much movement and shadow you don’t know what to make of me.  

I am venal and cardinal, I am 

an anomaly in your taxonomy. 

I move in circles all my own.  

Perhaps we should put it to you,  

fame-claiming, politicking, marvellous men.  

Perhaps we should ask you  

to move on up, 

make space  

and see what we might do.