Lazy summer days
Swim into view in a memory haze,
The warm glow of nostalgia and sun,
Lingering glimpses of friendship and fun,
Images from the past,
Whose ghostly presence is fleeting,
Feel so bittersweet,
With longing and happiness meeting,
A life once short-lived,
In my mind now relived,
Through the blurred lines of reminiscence,
Like a glimmering effervescence,
The cloudy perfection
Of my dreamy reflection.
Zigzagging in rowboats, or floating serenely,
Pleasant country walks or sunbathing keenly,
Inner children set free, high on the swings,
Or barbecue evenings, sitting in rings,
Alcoholic sunrise, a sea of white shirts,
Bouncy castles and courtyard concerts,
Scents of wild garlic, cider, cut grass,
Flitting moments not destined to last,
And the beckoning tunes
Of laughter, birdsong, soft rain,
Midsummer music craved to hear again.
Joyous games in dwindling light,
As golden sunset gave way to night,
Beneath shadows of cathedral walls:
The euphoria my heart recalls.
Dancing through the dark hours to disco beats,
Cheesy music, cheap drinks,
Singing and swaying up the cobbled streets,
Recovery by the riverside,
Aching head and bleary-eyed,
Nursed to health by sunshine and ice cream,
Now all but a dream.
Only a few years ago,
And yet a million worlds away,
How I pine for those lazy summer days,
And wish that they could stay.
Emma H, 18/05/2016, aged 25
The best part of university was the post-exams, pre-results period – 3 or so weeks in June with no lectures, no seminars, no tests, just free time to relax, socialise and have fun. As my old photos pop up on my phone to remind me of these fantastic times, I figured it would be apt to post this nostalgic piece in tribute. It’s hard to believe that it has actually been almost 4 years now since I graduated!