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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Rails clack and clatter
as we roll round the back of houses
(each garden accidentally revealing it’s owner)
drawing out into the un-urban
English green fields, scruffy stations
and level-crossings blur past
yet the horizon crawls
All personal sense of hurry lulled
a bubble of contemplation forms
distantly observing passing scenery
my mind drifts to places past
and places future
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I turned away from the platform
The vain staring down the line
For the train that would not come
And found the trees beyond the station
Viewed from the municipal greyness of Bracknell
Their greens were varied and splendid
Their depth intriguing, a beckoning call to some other place
I probably saw wastelands “Soon to be redeveloped”
But, for second or two, it was Faery.
Then the train came.
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Re-blogged from 2016…..
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
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Re-blogged from 2016