Travelling through France by train recently, I found myself recalling the many 'train poems' I've read throughout the years and wondered why I'd never written one myself. Determined to remedy this omission, I wrote these three short rhyming verses.
TRAIN POEM
Train poems abound, or so I’ve found
and Adlestrop just comes around
in every new anthology
while Larkin’s Weddings seems to be
the one that resonates with me.
Then there’s that fine poem by Jane Mosse
the Lit Fest banned, the fools, their loss,
a gentle train-refrain and yet
some words in it caused them upset.
What made them fret, then? I forget.
Now I, too, write a train poem, why?
As fleeting images race by,
hills, farmland, houses, horses, trees,
provoking a response, they tease.
Words swarm inside my head like bees.
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