Trains

Musik: Alejandro - Lady GaGa
Kleiden: Actually in my PJs right now...
Filme: As before, no new films recently
Buchen: Hannah Goslar Remembers by Alison Leslie Gold

This weeks writers group was hosted by Matt Black rather than Vicky, since she was on holiday, so obviously we did poetry. The brief was to write a self-potrait style poem made up of metaphors or lies (based on the idea that poets are liars). I quite liked mine so decided to post it on here.

Trains

I am a steam train sighing with weariness;
I have few passengers and even fewer have paid their fares…
Yet still I trundle on, wishing they were gone -
Perhaps they’ll be caught at the ticket barrier.
I’m red so don’t touch me,
The paint is still wet, sticky
But there is a thick layer of rust to be covered-
For I am weathered by the angry pistols of the sky.
Nothing is related to me; I am the last of my kind in this sandy desert…
As I yawn I swallow the dust and choke, choke, choke,
As a child I travelled straight and true, until I was derailed;
I lived in Middle Earth but was expelled like a noxious gas:
One day I shall expire entirely and be replaced
By gas powered trains that use no steam.