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Honeymoon On the Flying Scotsman

With a snakelike hiss, the train doors close
the engine rocks and rumbles on clicking
over welded metal couplings: iced, glazed, froze,
the steam heat in clouds arose, rail licking.
On velvet we sit, lace behind our heads,
stewards bring tea for the clock is ticking. 
High tea at five, we're fed like thoroughbreds
for dinners late (at eight) in formal dress.
A honeymoon for two not quite purebreds.



1/24/15
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Pinet Avatar
February 7, 2015 at 12:31 PM
Light in nature and nostalgic in content with a smile thrown in for good measure. The wit and imagination of the author has been transposed onto the page and makes for a good read. Emile. #7
Kendrick Avatar
January 25, 2015 at 3:06 PM
Very descriptive work..I could see the velvet seats upon which the honeymooners sat..Enjoyed reading this one today..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
Foster Avatar
January 25, 2015 at 1:53 PM
Debbie this is such a lovely write, I enjoyed the imagery of the honeymooners starting their precious journey. Thank you for sharing such a darling read. God's Love and Many Blessings, Always, Adell
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
January 25, 2015 at 3:40 AM
Sweet the memories of young love and the beginnings of a new adventure...I wonder what advice you'd give that young lady...hugs, Rhonda
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
January 25, 2015 at 10:16 AM
LOL...good advice. We live and learn.
Guzzi Avatar
January 25, 2015 at 7:45 AM
Pay attention to what the universe is trying to tell you [It locked us out of the room at the Plaza hotel the day of our wedding. I paid no mind.]
Andresen Avatar
January 24, 2015 at 12:07 PM
- A romantic trip .... for two - I wish you a lovely weekend :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Guzzi Avatar
January 24, 2015 at 12:08 PM
long, long, long ago 40 years
La France Avatar
January 24, 2015 at 11:46 AM
Debbie, so much said in a few lines, it sounds lovely and romantic ~~
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