I had some friends round for a meal recently and we were talking about train trips and one of the people mentioned a journey they had taken on a night train in Sweden. After they spoke I commented that it would make a good poem...
Night Train to the North
it was not that far
through the cold streets
we find the platform
board the train
four of us
in a compartment for six
thankful for the room
grateful of the privacy
we pull down the beds
the motion lulls
soon you all fall comfortably
into rhythmic dream breaths
but one of the carriage wheels
complains at every bend
I hear the bearings scream
and choose to sit
look out the window
the snow reflects the stars
take in each field and village
as we roll on through the dark
in this country the people
leave a solitary lamp
burning in their windows
sometimes we need a sentinel
to anchor our dreaming souls
I shall be yours this night
counting the lights until you reach waking
I really liked the story and I hope I have done it justice. I wrote the poem after they left but I've been working on it now for a while. Thanks to the Secret Poets for their observations. I hope you enjoyed the Solstice, but more on that next time.
I know I put up a Natalie Merchant song last post but her new album is excellent.
Until next time.
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