Friday, 29 October 2010

Leamington Spa Station

For those who lovingly suggest I diversify my poetry portfolio... here's 2 things I wrote while traveling home from working on location today.

Leamington Spa Station 

Poem 1

It’s the usual poet’s poem…
Sat at a station.
I’m cold.
Trying to think
Of something profound to write.
I can’t.

(then I perchanced to look upon the ground)….

Poem 2

The station’s concrete floor
Seems to have set.
But while wet,
A dog must have trespassed.
Now her legacy imprints platform 3.
The fast train to Marylebone
Sits and waits.
Blank stairs oblivious…
But I noticed.
I wish I had my camera.

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