Still on the theme of fast trains

And eternal eagles

Welcome to the nasty party

Mutiny is in the making

 

Easter eggs crush the Christmas decorations

in the days of the New Year. But where

is the hidden message – the missing girl.

 

OCD rascals play havoc with my pegs

In the blowy greyness we can say anything is true

 

Window wind is it forever lost?

Blown blown far away

My golden crisp packet gone forever perhaps!

 

In a white room

poems tumble out

 

What is the wind saying tonight?

What language is it speaking?

What shirts is it trying on for the morning?

 

Random strange notes made up of string a knife and a pen

The missing girl is plucked from the supermarket

& spirited away on the blue train.