.
Twenty wee toddlers
on a trip to Severn Beach
enchanting moment
.
Redland station comes alive
monotony suspended
.
by Scooj
Tag: Train
Sardines
.
Standing room only
the swollen carriage hurtles
Bristol in its sights
.
by Scooj
Rain stopped play
Neither I nor dog
have any inclination
to take a wet walk
by Scooj
Long day
.
Nine hours travelling
departure and arrival
cloaked in inky black
.
by Scooj
Self-conscious on the train
.
Uncomfortable
spilt and sat in hot coffee
is my bottom stained?
.
by Scooj
Sleeper
.
It is fortunate
Bristol is end of the line
Scooj sleepy sleeper.
.
by Scooj
* On heart-stopping moment of waking up in my destination station.
To Southampton
.
Three teen girls hold a
digital conversation
on a long journey.
.
by Scooj
To Dorchester
The engine drags us through
a rich and verdant land
lush from unusually heavy summer rains
The rhythm is punctuated by small stations
boasting tidy flowerbeds and once busy buildings
that slumber now as polluting cars
offer a more convenient means of travel
I am afforded the luxury of time to think
and to stare out of the window
where I see my life dashing by
each blade of grass a memory lost
Closer now to my destination than to my home
the journey has passed all too quickly
I should have liked a little more time, just a little,
to have lingered a while at each of the stops along the way.
by Scooj
* something of a rarity from me. Always a little nervous of sharing poems other than haikus or tankas.
Out of breath
.
Heart rate is slowing
a mad dash to platform 9
I made it on time.
Well I needn’t have bothered
I don’t live in Switzerland.
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by Scooj
Signal failure
Delayed at Didcot
nothing much to see or do
tracks are tracks are tracks.
by Scooj
