“…Peterborough.”
Every home is a new build;
even the minaret behind the sidings;
even the steeple between the beeches.
“…Newalk Northgate.”
Dun rabbit in a orchard;
fenced scrap of scrub –
corrugated sheeting. New builds.
“…York.”
Victorian iron & glass, arches. Railway museum.
Silver Birch. Sleeper stack, redbrick, flint.
Two-up, two-down terrace. Slate.
“…Darlington.”
Sunset (flaked salmon, semen, bruise).
Painted & repainted railings, repainted.
Sash windows. Cigarettes on the platform.
“…Durham.”
Cathedral of cake.
More iron & slate.
Rooftops & rain & reflection.
“…Newcastle.”
stunning work M.Reeves xo
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Fanx Grady xo
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‘Sunset (flaked salmon, semen, bruise).’ Wow. Bet these words have never before been used to refer to Darlington!
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Oh, maybe not in this order! xo
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Such a joy to travel alongside you a ways, Nick Reeves. You see and note all the things.
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…the drinks trolley, I’m sure, will be around shortly. Shall we? xo
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Oh, yes, yes… I have never taken a train which serves drinks on a trolley but I think I will get the hang of it… 😉 xo
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Well, it’s a long journey so there’ll be time to practice 🙂
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Your post brought up an important question in my mind. In America, the 17:30 would be known as the 5:30, and now I’m wondering if the protagonist in the Who’s 5:15 is out of his brain in the early AM or PM. It really changes the imagery. In my mind, this has always taken place at 5:15 PM but as I think about it, much more likely to cap off a long night of partying. Poetry makes you think!
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Hmm, good point, Jeff. I seem to recall that Jimmy sneaks into a First Class compartment and shares with a begrudging and irritated city gent on his way home to the suburbs…
Hope all is cool mate
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I really like your approach to this!
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…choo…choo…
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Wow – I have never been to these places – but what a vision!
“Sunset (flaked salmon, semen, bruise).”
“Cathedral of cake.
More iron & slate.
Rooftops & rain & reflection.”
Before the lockdown, we had plans of traveling with out music . . . just gypsy gigging around – perhaps when the world reopens it will be time for a visit!
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…That, H.Troy, would be easily arranged & also a joy up here on the north east coast as there are a plethora of cool indie venues & friendly faces & wild vistas. Keep it in mind. xo
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It is in my mind and heart! Yes!
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Very reminiscent of 4:50 from Paddington, Nick. 🙂
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Love how you surprise
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You are very talented. ✍🏻💗
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Very kind of you, Michele.
xo
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