Listening to carriage noises
on a travelling train, I’m wondering
whether to close eyes,
drop my head, sleep, but suddenly recall
the poetry reading tonight;
a school visit I almost forgot
and a message on my phone
reminds me again – 7 o’clock to pick up a
son.
The train is murmuring, people talk
in one way conversations; mobiles.
And I recall a similar sound
in a queue to board a plane
when, impatiently, angrily,
volume slowly, slowly builds
until small children, hot and bored,
start to cry; then really Bawl
and Wail.
Andrew’s anger;
red-faced, glancing around,
shoulders tense. Beware.
He lets out a roar.
Then he lets out the roar – of a lion.
‘Noooo!!!’
An aviation hanger drops quiet,
shopping stops,
people come out from stores
to gawp.
Outside, travelling North,
the sky darkens
and carriage people ramble-on.
Nothing escalates: settled, whizzing, bored
but, back then, the boy responded
-always responds- to a crying child
because it signals a soul in pain.
A mystery trying to happen.
Poetry reading? Yes it was.
Great poem,I enjoyed reading it :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent excellent. Thank You
ReplyDeleteLovely, nice rhythm!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem. I really felt it. It took me to that place when you're sitting in a room or plane or whatever and that crash of people is all around.
ReplyDeleteI'm a new follower, really enjoyed this poem, it spoke to me
ReplyDeleteEmma at http://majorloveoffiln.blogspot.com
I felt like I was on that train.
ReplyDeleteWow I can just see the train all the drowsy people and the boy shouting
ReplyDeleteaka myrtle
Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteI really felt the poem. Beautiful writing. Nice rhythm.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written.
ReplyDeleteReally like this one. Just seems to bounce along.:)
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