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eNd of THe lINE

Train draws in lives renewed 

Hand through the window open the door

Step down, municipal smell of station

Journeys end for some.

Case first, bag second, travel done.

 

Whistle blown Slam 

Slam Slam

Onward change for others,

Car,bus, taxi,plane

Possibly another train

Facing forward facing back

Hand luggage on the rack.

 

Passing stations full of faces

Wrapped in scarves 

Men with papers ,

Girls with pushchairs

Children bundled from the fog

 

Non stop through the platforms 

Hurtling, rails singing, 

Doppler,

Swan 

Vesta 

Telegraph and Times

No Smoking,

Compartments.

 

Platform slightly on a curve,

Sound comes first 

Busy people clutch hands

Step back , fear of suction.

Black figure, solitary at platforms end

 

400 tons , 100mph

Here it is 

Wind on face

Close now , 

timing is everything.

One step, 

Drivers eyes

Obliv……………….

 

 

 

 

 

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Pete (edbreathe)

Mon 7th Feb 2022 14:54

Thanks both for your comments,
Trains have a world and life of their own, not always for the best

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John Coopey

Mon 7th Feb 2022 12:09

I’m a sucker for train poems, Ed.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 7th Feb 2022 07:58

There's a lot in this poem, Pete. It starts off with an air of nostalgia and the end (suggested by the title) is chilling. A good read, well described.

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