Saturday, 17 December 2011

The journey before the flame


Pen on paper.
Ring on finger.
Glove on hand.
Smile on face.
Bag on lap.
Coat by feet.
Growl of stomach.
Buzz from phone.
Skylight shines,
through windows.
Train ploughs on.


Anticipate... An arrival.
Slow drone staggers on.
Empty chatter, tired yawn.
Bag by my feet. Phone on hand.
Stomach growls, legs ache.
Light and shadows flash past
through dusty windows.
Approaching destination.
Grasp tight my coat.
Message from the luggage bags launching down from the roof.
You have arrived at your destination.
I step outside.
Daylight in Cardiff.

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