Engine

August 5, 2020poem, Poetrypoem, poetry, steam engine, Technology, trainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Long and large
Lurking on the rails
Panting at the signal
Waiting to be released
Red and polished
Steam about your underskirts
Powerful relic
Your magic persists

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Widdershins says:

August 5, 2020 at 7:09 pm

Those steam trains were, and are, things of wonder. :)

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1. The Cheesesellers Wife says:
  
  August 5, 2020 at 9:12 pm
  
  Oh yes — and so very noisy!
  
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