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.
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Morwenna (
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I love train rides, Morwenna -your piece captures perfectly the kind of experiences accessible from a train window. Thanks.
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.
Sleepers on long journey? Love 'em: Sydney to Perth, Vancouver to Toronto - the latter vastly more scenic.
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.
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.
Wonderful sight put into words Morwenna.
Andy
Thank you!
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