There I was on overnight sleeper
catching the Kilmarnock-Euston train
didn't sleep much on the way
hit the capital 6.30am met the rain
I was there for a week much to enjoy
got into sally army hostel need not book
it was nice and cheap did the job
used tube to get around to have a look
Eating out was different each night
restaurants aplenty a real treat
tried things I'd never eaten before
this was November so felt no heat
So got to see all the usual sights
the palace, Downing street the lot
thinking back now alone in big city
would do same now? I would not!
But that was all of 32 years ago
so much has changed in that time
going now you'd want see the big eye
maybe even write all in good rhyme
Categories:
euston, life, london, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Both rushing
Me from the north
You from the south
The wrong way round.
Shorts. Tee shirt
A bottle of beer.
You arrived in a state
After a day’s work hauling
Your bag through the Tube.
You’re glowing I said.
Sweating you said, embarrassed.
A virtual hug into a real one?
Are you kidding you said?
No I said. Then yes! You said
The bar in Euston?
See you there!
Sitting close, the brush of a leg
No kissing though
We might be seen
That look that shake of a head
I think I’m falling in love.
I’m not a million miles from that.
Faces so open. Flushed.
Surprised? Awe? Love? The heat?
Just happy. Unencumbered.
Joy. Pure. Writ large and open.
Categories:
euston, heart, love, romantic,
Form: Narrative
Hereith
Euston Euston station
I never pass Euston station at times without feeling homesick
hereith we call it - hereith a longing
watching the trains pull out of the station into its dark tunnels
imagining a journey out of London through Kentish town and the suburbs
but in my mind I am far beyond them
past the marches and border country
far away to my childhood
back to mountains castles and streams
to the valleys of my home
back to my youth
five hours and forty years away
I remember the look of Wales
the things that settle in my mind like photographs in a family album
Wales as I like to remember it the Wales I want everyone to see
in those days it seemed to be always summer
the sands or the shining sea in the great bay
things of childhood the sound of breakers
the feel of sand between my toes
plunging into the distance of the past
So I go back to Wales as often as I can
I take the train from Euston and I go home
back to my youth
five hours and forty years away
Categories:
euston, longing, love,
Form: Free verse
Euston Euston station
I never pass Euston station at times without feeling homesick
hereith we call it - hereith a longing
watching the trains pull out of the station into its dark tunnels
imagining a journey out of London through Kentish town and the suburbs
but in my mind I am far beyond them
past the marches and border country
far away to my childhood
back to mountains castles and streams
to the valleys of my home
back to my youth
five hours and forty years away
I remember the look of Wales
the things that settle in my mind like photographs in a family album
Wales as I like to remember it the Wales I want everyone to see
in those days it seemed to be always summer
the sands or the shining sea in the great bay
things of childhood the sound of breakers
the feel of sand between my toes
plunging into the distance of the past
So I go back to Wales as often as I can
I take the train from Euston and I go home
back to my youth
five hours and forty years away
Categories:
euston, nostalgia, childhood, childhood,
Form: Narrative