9-15 To Bristol.
Written on a train whilst traveling from Newport Wales to Bristol Temple Meads.
9-15 To Bristol. belongs to the following groups:
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Grinder arriving from crystal cavern
Rain glistening sparkle
Plopping suction sees thunderous roar
Waiting like urgent animal
Shuffling rustling clothes
Pussy foot aboard
Backs making space, rest
Greetings of yawn
All tickets gone
First station
Pressed faces on cold glass
All prayed
No dark over million way
While train sped over nebulae
At slow and gravel
On carpets of marble
Off again
Fast to slow skidding awhile
Heads wide as a mile
Tomorrow never comes
Our train likes nothing
Animal or brain
Rumbling and swapping
Rubber metal and glass
Never change or miss
Fool of a man
Never be still with a woman
Who readily passes her mind
On trains made by lovers blind
‘Ticket’s please’
Again
Fresh smiles
New yawn tightens the frame
Papers rustle to be creased
Soft clicks soothe the ear
All dreams are gone
Next station
Visitors to the temple carriage
Smelling like freshly cut lawns
Sit and wave motionless at nothing
Skins tighten at top speed
Papers become ironed and folded
Placed down and left alone
Pages making like newly printed money
Destination arrives
Like a body builders weights
Slowing begins
Stomachs widen
Iris shrinks
Like a travelling cathedral
The train comes to a halt.
crazyB
Interesting, your mental imagery begs the creative mind and dares the soul to compare it to anything it’s thought of before. I really like what you’ve come up with trully….unconventional.