The pink and blue carriages
Fly fast past the kitchen window.
Left, towards the stoney beaches of Brighton.
Fly fast past the kitchen window.
Left, towards the stoney beaches of Brighton.
The green and yellow carriages
Pass by steadily in quick succession.
Right towards London, just a short stroll to Buckingham Palace.
Pass by steadily in quick succession.
Right towards London, just a short stroll to Buckingham Palace.
The single pane frames
A few trees, an iron gate,
A fence, and the tracks.
A few trees, an iron gate,
A fence, and the tracks.
Frail frames feel
Frequencies of steel on steel.
Frequencies of steel on steel.
The air is disturbed,
As the trains shoot by
Slicing through the cold,
Sending icy gusts up through
The open window.
As the trains shoot by
Slicing through the cold,
Sending icy gusts up through
The open window.
I sit undisturbed, in peaceful thought.
Watching steel cages,
Crammed with nameless faces.
All travelling towards the beach,
Or the Queen,
Or somewhere in between.
Watching steel cages,
Crammed with nameless faces.
All travelling towards the beach,
Or the Queen,
Or somewhere in between.
I guess I'm a voyeur of sorts.
Would I watch so casually if I could be seen,
Stood staring beside a pot filled sink?
Would I watch so casually if I could be seen,
Stood staring beside a pot filled sink?
© Esi Nketseaba Yankey
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