Share a smoke, strolling home
from Camden Lock; watching TVs
and rooms spring to life – lights
going on in other peoples' houses.
It is milder tonight – the thaw,
slowly setting in. Crossing a bridge,
the railway track snakes silver
in the moonshine; far below
we hear the lines sing...
Our train, just pulling in
to the station – we run, full tilt,
like a pair of school-kids; breathless...
can almost smell the melt.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | December 6, 2010 - 13:52
Hi Tina,
what a beautiful sight you portray in this poem,
love the lines:- Crossing a bridge,
the railway track snakes silver
in the moonshine; far below
we hear the lines sing...
I really get the picture.
Thankyou so much for the read.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | December 6, 2010 - 13:53
You are more than welcome, Jennifer. Glad it painted a picture for you;-)
Tina
shoe | December 6, 2010 - 14:55
So atmospheric, portrays a vivid picture so beautifully.
Silver Spun Sand | December 6, 2010 - 15:02
Thanks, Shirley;-)
Tina
Beeme | December 6, 2010 - 17:07
I agree, you're a great artist with words Tina. A very beautiful poem.
Beeme xx
insertponceyfre... | December 6, 2010 - 17:13
it WAS milder, briefly. Now it's crap again. I liked the poem though Tina!
Silver Spun Sand | December 6, 2010 - 17:15
Beeme - thank you and so glad you enjoyed;-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 6, 2010 - 17:18
You're right there, insert. Couldn't have put it better myself! Thank you;-)
Tina
Cavalcaderl | December 6, 2010 - 20:32
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Really picturesque poem,
well desevered cherry!
Korker agin.
Freezing ou just got in.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 6, 2010 - 20:38
Hi there, Julie - good to hear from you. Glad you enjoyed. Have a cosy evening and keep warm;-)
Tina xx
Cavalcaderl | December 6, 2010 - 20:50
new Tina,thank's and you.
Busy trying knit ducks,saw it
in a book,I bought for a special
fund.Not good,at 2" coming out shell,
so gone onto Father Christams knot quicker.
From books have,many patterns.
Keep warm going charity Carol singing to-morrow,
love it.Can;t get used to radiators warming up noises.
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 6, 2010 - 22:16
Hope the duck doesn't drive you quackers, Julie;-) The most I can knit is a scarf!! Enjoy the carol singing tomorrow. I love singing carols too.
Tina xx
SundaysChild | December 7, 2010 - 02:17
Extremely atmospheric piece- I love it. My ex-bf lived near Camden and we regularly found ourselves wandering about there on our way to something, or nothing at all!
Really brought back some memories for me. xx
Silver Spun Sand | December 7, 2010 - 09:54
I am so pleased you found it evocative, SundaysChild and that it brought back pleasant memories.
For me, it seems like a lifetime ago since I was there. We used to go to the antiques and bric-a-brac market ever Sunday, after travelling down to the 'big smoke' from just north of Luton. Those were the days, most certainly. I even bought my first pair of 'Doc Martins' there;-) Oh, and a mangy fur coat, dare I say!!
Tina xx
MistakenMagic | December 7, 2010 - 14:08
Stunning, as always, dear Tina ;) I've only ever been to Camden lock once - but it is indeed a magical place! Love the compactness and fluidity of this one!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | December 7, 2010 - 16:55
Thanks, Magic;-) I do indeed have some very precious memories of the place. You should try to visit it again, one day...if you are ever down 'in this neck of the woods' again,
Tina xxx
seashore | December 7, 2010 - 17:00
Love the way you write. I particularly like the last line. I've got a `thing' about last lines....
Silver Spun Sand | December 7, 2010 - 17:08
Thanks so much for reading, and commenting so kindly, seashore. Yes, I too have a thing about last lines...arguably the most crucial thing, whether it be poetry or prose.
Tina;-)
fatboy74 | December 8, 2010 - 14:44
I am obsessed with last lines and agree with both of you. This is very good Tina. Congrats on cherries.
Silver Spun Sand | December 8, 2010 - 14:57
Great minds obviously think alike;-) Many thanks, fatboy.
Tina
sue dinum | December 9, 2010 - 19:29
Hi Tina, only just got round to reading this. What I really like about this poem, apart from the imagery which I love, and the sentiment (goodbye to the cold) is the fact that it is without metaphores, which proves good poetry can be written without the writer's constant penchant for likening something to something else.
Well done, nice cherrypicking!
sue
Silver Spun Sand | December 9, 2010 - 19:59
Thanks for that sue;-) In my book 'poetry should not mean/but be. Glad you enjoyed and for sharing your thoughts.
Tina