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Pulling out

The train left the platform amid trails of smoke That blew across faces Waving away worn smiles. The grey sky leaned into the horizon Forming a broken arc, Rain moved into chains of grief From the departure. A wind stole the voices Leaving the sad opening, Moving the sound away from this cold space That no-one would see again. An emptiness filled the station As they left, scuttling like Hermit crabs searching for new homes. 20.01.19

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Date: 10/14/2020 10:11:00 AM
Great poem Suzanne. Images that came into my mind were those of children being evacuated during the war, the film Brief Encounter..just any goodbye / departure really and all evoked beautifully in a poem deep in imagery with great use of personification, pathetic fallacy (do I have that right here?) It's a poem just oozing atmosphere. Great!
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Date: 10/3/2020 9:08:00 PM
I like your metaphors and imagery in this poem, Suzanne. Well done and enjoyed! :)
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Date: 10/5/2020 5:53:00 AM
Thanks Laura, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.