Trains (Remove filter)
Rolling down to London
Rolling down to london on a train,
the taught and shining buds
of Spring are bursting on the trees.
Wharfedale’s misted in a bluish haze,
but heaps of plastic refuse in the woods
on the drab periphery of Leeds
descend my mood from buoyancy to pain.
Rolling forwards now, the rape fields blaze
and blackthorns bloom with pearls,
resplendent in the boundary hedges
we...
Sunday 4th June 2023 8:59 pm
My life on track
My early life relied so much on trains,
to catch just one to write about’s a problem!
Too many have been subject to delays
or cancelled altogether, to applaud them:
the “bogs” I took to school were crammed and smelly;
my backpacker travels, the aura no more fresh;
a record seven hour wait once, in New Delhi;
I almost got killed on the Tangier-Marrakesh…
But overa...
Wednesday 31st May 2023 8:53 am
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on I AM NOT A NUMBER (or am I?)
1 hour ago
John Coopey on I AM NOT A NUMBER (or am I?)
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Of what remains
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on A Parched Plant
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on I AM NOT A NUMBER (or am I?)
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on HIGH AND MIGHTY
6 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The Old Smoothie
6 hours ago
Reggie's Ghost on Of what remains
6 hours ago
Sunshine on The power of the sun
11 hours ago
Sunshine on The rocking chair
11 hours ago