Wednesday, 29 July 2015

My Poetry: It Takes A Train To Forget part2

Electric chug of box-car
Pulls me from the city
Carriage window sits silent
As brick and people rattle by
Until…
Rolling banks of reborn trees
Become the backdrop of virgin views, 
Pregnant with Mother Nature's promise.

White bob of spring rabbit tail 
Speckles the stillness like 
Summer clouds, as it
Darts under rotund hedge. 
Fawn elegance of unstartled deer 
Chewing in unison,
Graceful beast in the belly
Of wild England’s strolling habitat.

Swans slowly circle, 
Fleck plate glass lakes
Where hibernating boats wait
For winters kiss to fade
From multi-coloured hulls.
A fox stalks sly as a card shark
Waiting for the spade black night
Before reaping princely rewards
Of an unspoken instinct.

Patchwork cattle sadly grazing,
Growing milky fat,
To feed our yoghurt obsessions - 
When…
Forgotten childhood memories 
Of careless country summers startle 
Empty-headed days spent 
Stoned, skipping crusting pats in the heat.

Oh, country,
Prised from your bosom
It Takes a Train to Forget
The city.

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