A poem I wrote for my Poetry class. It was one of my favourites.
Departure
We say goodbye to this fair place, whose beauty is its fame.
The alceas, yews, and lilies too, which now we leave for shame.
So close your eyes and mourn the loss, of all things we hold dear!
The rabbits, strays, and all things gay, now part of yesteryear.
Please place your head against the glass, and stare into the mist.
Although you can’t see anything, nostalgia makes you sick.
So shut your eyes to what’s outside, what’s outside we don’t know.
And let nostalgia take control, as memories echo.
Rattle rattle…
… Rattle rattle… rattle…
A thousand lights, so gold and bright, like pollen in the breeze,
Are mingling with the hedges high, the fences and the trees.
And greying skies touch fields so far, composed of verdant grass,
Fading like a wasted summer, as the train comes to pass.
To rub away the thick grey haze, its droplets on your hand.
To feel the carriage sway across uncultivated land.
To lay your cheek against the glass, a bed with moisture deep.
To dim the light above your head, and slowly fall asleep.
A heavy pair of eyes cannot resist the midnight train.
Its soothing rattle ‘cross the tracks, calms any weary brain.
This carriage full of people proves that if you are in pain,
There is no better remedy than sleep aboard a train.
The train now slows, this is your stop – you’ve reached your brand-new home.
You look around the carriage seats, and find you are alone.
You exit fast and feel a breeze, that lifts away your pain.
Your journey was a mental one. There never was a train.
Departure
Passengers are reminded not to stand when the train is in motion. Beep!”
We say goodbye to this fair place, whose beauty is its fame.
The alceas, yews, and lilies too, which now we leave for shame.
So close your eyes and mourn the loss, of all things we hold dear!
The rabbits, strays, and all things gay, now part of yesteryear.
Please place your head against the glass, and stare into the mist.
Although you can’t see anything, nostalgia makes you sick.
So shut your eyes to what’s outside, what’s outside we don’t know.
And let nostalgia take control, as memories echo.
“Have a safe departure! Beep!”
Rattle rattle…
… Rattle rattle… rattle…
A thousand lights, so gold and bright, like pollen in the breeze,
Are mingling with the hedges high, the fences and the trees.
And greying skies touch fields so far, composed of verdant grass,
Fading like a wasted summer, as the train comes to pass.
(Rattle rattle rattle!)
To rub away the thick grey haze, its droplets on your hand.
To feel the carriage sway across uncultivated land.
To lay your cheek against the glass, a bed with moisture deep.
To dim the light above your head, and slowly fall asleep.
“Before you reach your destination, remember why you left. Beep!”
(Rattle rattle rattle…)
A heavy pair of eyes cannot resist the midnight train.
Its soothing rattle ‘cross the tracks, calms any weary brain.
This carriage full of people proves that if you are in pain,
There is no better remedy than sleep aboard a train.
The train now slows, this is your stop – you’ve reached your brand-new home.
You look around the carriage seats, and find you are alone.
You exit fast and feel a breeze, that lifts away your pain.
Your journey was a mental one. There never was a train.
“Beep!”
