Along the Mineral Line
Listen,
can you hear her coming
All the way
from over yonder
All the way
To Bishops Lydeard
Can you
feel the pressure rising …
Pistons shoving, pushing,
pulsing ..
Hark now listen,
can you feel her coming
Surely,
then it must be,
all of ten plus forty-two
precisely ..
Ah, aaahh ah .. she sighed
Bang
on time then my lovely …
Oh’ yes,
my word, how she did
shake then gasp
and hiss and spit and
puff, puff, puff …
Sounding like some
frantic, jealous lover
While
steam clouds tracked
above
and slowly trailed away
somewhere
far behind her ..
Oh’ yes, indeed, it did
much like
some off white braided
ribbon might …
Surely he would not
forget
such moments with her
On the way
from Minehead,
along the
good old mineral line ..
Stopping
only briefly, at each of
Watchet, then
Washford and Williton
On her way
to Bishops Lydeard ..
And yes,
then heading back
the self-same way she
always came
and once more home again ….