A moment of grace

Morwenna

It was that long, so long, journey

Stopping and starting –

The journey from Cambridge

Across the flat plains of Lincolnshire

The endless plains of Lincolnshire.

 

Too tired to read

I stared at flat lands

Held by a half globe of cloudy skies

Until, as I looked

At some green meadows by a winding river

There was a white

Perfectly white, horse, careering

Galloping, as if keeping time with the train

That slow train.

 

A moment, and we’d left her behind

As we jolted along towards our final stop.

  • Author: Morwenna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 4th, 2022 15:52
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I love train rides, Morwenna -your piece captures perfectly the kind of experiences accessible from a train window. Thanks.

    • Morwenna

      Isn't it weird how memory works. This journeyy was at least 20 years ago, I think. And suddenly of all the train rides I have been on, that moment presented itself. Yes, I love (most) train rides, especially long distance overnight with a sleeping berth.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Sleepers on long journey? Love 'em: Sydney to Perth, Vancouver to Toronto - the latter vastly more scenic.

      • MendedFences27

        The English countryside can be a very pastoral setting, but a "winding river," "flat plains," and a "galloping" "white horse," is idyllic. You were very fortunate to see these images.
        Your poem expressed this vision with clarity and emotion. Your final two lines left me wondering what was the "final stop."
        Enjoyed this one a lot. - Phil A.

        • Morwenna

          Oh I am glad you enjoyed it. The final stop was Nottingham. There had been a problem with the trains for some reason which is why it was so slow.

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful sight put into words Morwenna.

          Andy

          • Morwenna

            Thank you!



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