Rat Trap

I tasted aviation fuel in your air today
Laundry flies in the dirty breeze
Overflying jets deafen your children
I still cannot hear at that pitch
Your rainbows are black, lacking imagination
Rat trap, small town lost in a mega city
So glad to leave you at eighteen
So reluctant now to re-visit

Except perhaps to fly away….

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Note: Hillingdon is where Heathrow airport is located. And where I grew up in the huge suburbs of West London.

The best writing about such a dirty little place is Paul Simon’s, in the song “My Little Town”:

And after it rains
There’s a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It’s not that the colors aren’t there
It’s just imagination they lack
Everything’s the same
Back in my little town

18 thoughts on “Rat Trap

  1. Hi! I only had time to read Rat Trap for the moment but I look forward to returning and reading more…much more! I really (i rarely use caps) REALLY enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing and as Arnold said…”I’ll be back!”

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  2. So many people want to return to their childhood homes. You’ve sketched that it may not be that wonderful to go back, the memories could be better than reality, or maybe you understand exactly how ugly it was. Well expressed.


  3. I know what you mean. We ex-pat Irish have a saying ‘you can never go back’.I guess it could apply to anywhere! Incidentally, have you read John Betjeman’s poem about Slough? That’s pretty near the bone too!

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