Passing Underneath a Railway Bridge

She seemed oblivious to the smattering of lightly falling rain;        
   He holding her hand...and as much as his very life should 
 Depend upon this.                                                      
  Overhead, a commuter train hastening down the clattering track;           
And right there, underneath the bridge, suddenly pulling him back,   
   She halted and gave him a look that spoke so plain.              
 It was in that moment, head tilted, leaning over...she then planted 
  That fatal kiss.     
Methinks he would forever more chance the perils of Dantes' Flame...             
   Even being that it might just be the most desperate of chances 
 For all things to remain the same.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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George Avatar
July 28, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Hi John, you have caught a moment in time when she planted a kiss on his face. It is a crucial moment. The reference to Dante has invested your poem with a classical dimension. You are indeed such a great poet, I am so happy to know.
Fleming Avatar
July 30, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Thank you, Valsa...you are too kind. My very best regards! :) john
Baker Avatar
July 23, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Quite the dramatic close to this one, John. I enjoyed reading it. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
Fleming Avatar
July 30, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Cheers, Bill. A little bit of nonsense...but I saw it happen just as I penned it. All rather touching really. :) john
Etgen-Baker Avatar
July 22, 2025 at 5:29 PM
like the story line and the flow of this poem. It was a joy to read, have a pleasant evening, Sara
Fleming Avatar
July 23, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Thanks, Sara. Your warm comments are very much appreciated - cheers! :) john
Chiri Avatar
June 19, 2023 at 4:37 PM
Ahhh a story like Helen’s I can truly get into! John your way with telling story’s are always written with such passion!;) miss you John! Much affection Brenda
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