Below is another poem, this time about changing trains. I had to go on a train a few days ago and it got me thinking. I always hate that period of time between hearing your station announced and the train stopping. It’s a stressful suspense that is very much the same emotion felt before a big change in life. I then thought about the fact that before moving out, it’s like being on a train accompanied by your parents and then you switch to being all alone. I’m not sure this poem conveys that enough but it’s up for interpretation. I love train stations because they are full of interesting people. I’d happily go for a picnic at a train station on a rainy day!
A thrumming, A humming,
A stomach churning, chugging.
A plucked string,
A live wire charging the air.
Buzzing, rumbling, nearing.
A nervous energy,
Emotions strung high.
Heavy clouds looming
In a darkened, moody sky.
The moment before,
The train stops at the station,
A disconcerting suspense,
A fugitive frustration.
Destination reached,
Time to step down.
As doors inhale the platform,
With a deep sigh of a sound.
An auditory hug,
From the bustle of the station,
A spirited chatter of strangers,
In the same situation.
Comforting cocoon of the carriage –
Time to leave.
Taking experiences,
And what I believe.
A step into the unknown,
A journey new,
Time for another train,
Where fresh light shines through.
Copyright – Finty Royle
Finty Royle 