03/05/2015

#poem #poetry 'amwriting sketchbook another damned train

another damned train

the rough-hewn man who smells of drink
has eyed me over gaudy patterned seat
as over points we sway
                             he keeps his feet
in answer to my prayer he carries on
                             to the toilet

drama over the fields roll past
the back kitchen windows dark
                   and gardens tended
with swings and climbing frames
once or twice a magpie passes
and the tidy golf club greens
no sooner do we reach our speed
than we brake to slow again

etc

bloody whitsun weddings....



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