Illustration by Kaavya Gnanam
In the convention of a Medieval Welsh poem.
Through valleys, thrive ghosts idly,
Jest fiddles justifiably,
Dens, logs and heated delight,
Snails grating against sunlight,
Stolen breath veils standing brave,
Now recant, clavicles newly concave,
Shudders hard—wished shadow,
Footfalls trepid, faults fill Bordeaux.
Ashley (she/her) is a senior in Columbia College studying English and political science. Growing up meant realizing that she has a co-dependent relationship with summer and semi-colons. You can find her on Instagram @ashley.yung