Train Trip Triptych
I have been writing prolifically of late, both for imminent publication, and much more aimlessly. It is often hard to know what to do with the vast amount of writing I've produced, so from time to time I have decided to share a little more of it here. Much of my recent scribbling has been done in the course of railway journeys, and I reproduce the following short poetry sequence as a tiny taste of the times. Dreamed up on returning from a trip to the coast, it is an example of the sort of material I have been writing almost therapeutically, in between more laboured efforts at structured work. TRAIN TRIP TRIPTYCH The Estuary, Humber’s tongue, licks land, expands into a sea-like bulge of bluey grey The Humber at night is a vast flat mat of blue-black glass, sleek sheet of slate, ice-slice, brightened by stripes of lemon light as headlights drip electric onto water On the late train, riding by the towns and fiel...