Trips into Town

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Trips into Town.                                             

It’s a game I play on my way to work wearing my HBF uniform.   Another day of routine smiles and customer queries beckons. When the monotony gets too much, I wear the seahorse broach my son gave me for my birthday.

With the announcement “Next station Perth!”  I focus my energies.  As we squeal into the Leederville Tunnel, the lights flicker then dim.  In the fraction of black, a thrill of anticipation runs through me. 

The last person I concentrated on wore a lot of jewellery, expensive clothes, bag and shoes.  She obviously has the time and money to be attractive, with immaculate nails. 

When the lights burn fully again, I am wearing the expensive clothes, lots of jewellery and immaculate nails.  I smile and wonder what the day holds. 

Unlimited credit cards - meeting a friend for lunch on The Terrace - more shopping - check out the bank account - pop into the Italian Jewellers for a new bracelet… I decline dinner at the Hyatt.  I have to get back to my children.

But first I have to find myself.  I am a creature of habit and I make sure I get the same train every night.  I wait in the same place on Platform 2 with sore feet and tired stance.

On the train again, I place the handbag between my feet.  We sway to the left and the lights flicker then dim.  Fraction of black and I concentrate, staring at myself two seats away, firmly clutching Angela’s purchases.

My family wonders how I manage to acquire such gorgeous clothes and new jewellery, on my wage.  I’m sure they think I have an admirer.  They don’t know the secret of my trips into town. 

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003         

1st published in  'Hidden Capacity - a poet's journey', Ireland, 2003.                                                            

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Fri 25th May 2018 13:50

Thanks for the 'like' Jon Stainsby.

Hazel - go for it!

Although not a poem, this was written on the train and appears in my 'Rail Tales' chapbook.

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Hazel ettridge

Fri 25th May 2018 10:14

I'm definitely going to try this. Sounds like fun.

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