Time Travel
The train left the station-
clickerty clack
the wheels gained motion-
clickerty clack
we then passed paddocks
of bones and dust
broken tractors, covered in rust
The train didn’t notice-
clickerty clack
but we did, with the notion
The train rambled on- clickerty clack
I nodded off- clickerty clack
And dreamt of the life
centuries before
of ladies’ long dresses
dusting the floor
The train didn’t notice-
clickerty clack
and my bonnet, shielded mine eyes
The train pulled into the station
C . L . I . C . K . E . R . T . Y
I woke with a jolt
I grabbed my laptop
and mobile phone
that enables connection
while travellers roam
The train didn’t notice, clickerty clack
on its timeline, to the future
Julie Cahill
It was serendipity when Julie’s poem happened to turn up in my in box ahead of my ‘Travelling’ poetry prompt. It also slots in nicely with an earlier prompt.
Thank you, Teena.
Isn’t it funny how things pan out? Xx Xx
What a great poem Julie. Wonderful use of the prompt and you captured the train’s rhythm so well.
Great poem – the rhythm is perfectly timed, like the sounds of a train on the tracks!