Ode to British trains

In which the humble train elicits an ode to it’s awfulness.

Model train on tracks

I start this standing on a cold platform just outside Coventry waiting with my fellow passengers for an already crowded train. In the proverbial choice I’m in the hard place.

For the past few days I’ve been able to work from the kitchen table while in keep an eye on a poorly Mrs G, the commute downstairs was stress bare but now I’m back to joining the hordes. I know this isn’t fun because I look up and can see ten faces and none of them are smiling.

Yet we all throw ourselves onto the 0714, and it is not devoid of moments of beauty.

Human sardines in a tin,
No breathing out so we can get in,
Crammed aboard from start to fin,
Looking down, chest to chin.

Pleasant lady on the PA,
A perky upstart to the day,
Everyone deaf to the crackles she say,
We all just want to be on our way.

You go forward I’ll go back,
As we fly along this track,
Our enthusiasm we all do lack,
Manspreaded legs and bended back.

Yet out our carriage a waking world,
A mural of life unfurled,
Houses in which duvets curled,
Past which our bodies are hurled.

Then countryside goes whizzing past,
An autumn’s fog is burning fast,
The milky air upon the grass,
Like this journey will not last.

This is used for getting there,
The engine we all must wear,
The cattle conditions hard to bear,
Yet in the end we shouldn’t care.

For I love the train and so should you,
It helps us arrive where we’re going to,
Quickly getting home and to,
Those you love, and love me do.

Author: geekergosum

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13 thoughts on “Ode to British trains”

  1. That first stanza is packed full of arresting images. It transported me back to the days when I rode the train into Manhattan everyday. And it reminded me how dependent I was getting back home from work via that train every night. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you, I am lucky that my current train experience has not had any spanners in the works yet. As we are approaching winter I can start to imagine the delays because of the wrong kind of rain. Mr’s G’s mother has to take the train into Grand Central everyday from Tarrytown, it is a beautiful ride but when it stops she has no recourse to get home.

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      1. Croton-Harmon…it is my favourite part about the Hudson line train. It makes me laugh the way the PA would say it. In Tarrytown you have to climb a steep hill to get up to the town, in the winter it is apparently like climbing the side of a glacier.

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  2. So much for the romance of trains. Except that you gotta love ’em. I hope some peer commuters get to read or hear this. What relating could go on! Share this, do. Frustrating, fearful (I am claustrophobic), fulsome, fun. Good work. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you…I imagine in the olden days when we had steam and individual rooms and could smoke pipes it was so much better. I can’t imagine the Hogwarts Express would have been so much fun if there were too many students and all the Hufflepuffs had to stand around by the doors

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  3. My commute isn’t too bad these days, but I’ve been there before. I went through a period of really hating it. Then I started to use it as ‘meditation’ time, it’s funny how with the right mindset no matter how hard your exterior circumstance you can use the time to fully relax all your muscles and give your body time to rest and repair.. 🙂

    I enjoyed your poem.

    Alexander

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