Just before 9. Sunrise into my eyes, the pools of water like mirrors, the air as still as a snail on a pavement but my mind is moving, gently juggling what I need to get from the shops.
The 8:08 train to London, at the platform, under a wintry sky.
A woman, in a beige overcoat and black boots, on the train, on a seat.
Then a man, with curly hair, her scarf in his hand.
Her words of thanks.
The man, silent, awkard.
Her face, carmine.
The man, all of a sudden, absent.
The next morning, smiles.
I feel the weight of things on my shoulders. I feel the depth of experience in the beat of my soul. And with each step things fall into place.
Fresh and autumnal yet warming up, the sky blue. Run slightly spoilt by inability, beforehand, to do a number two.
a focus on the present continuos tense (for something that is happening at the moment of speaking)
I am feeling very cold
I am starting to shiver
because I am not sitting in my boat
But drowning in the river
I’m worrying quite a lot
as the current’s getting quicker
but this overhanging branch
getting nearer and nearer and nearer
is offering me a flicker
This poem is inspired by ‘Where I am from’ by George Ella Lyon. With the help of my brother and sister we put together some memories growing up and i put it into verse.
WE ARE FROM
We are from mince and mash
from Mr Sheen and the gold carriage clock
We are from bonfires in the back garden on Saturday night
from fir trees with bobbly seeds and sweets on Sunday.
We are from Snapdragons, Forsythia and Cherry Blossom
from cycling around the block and footballs hitting fences
We are from sitting by log fires in the living room
from Saturday lunch in the kitchen and pheasants hanging in the garage
We are from up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire
from brush those pegs and Father Mother God, guard me while I sleep
We are from dinners ready!
from suet sponge and I beg you pardon Mr Arden
We are from musicals and music
from oh gentle presence and halfway down the stairs
We are from Dennis Dennis find that ring
from Song for Guy and London trips to the King Singers
We are from the weather thermometer at the bottom of the stairs
from the heavy green toolbox and the name of the left hand side of a boat
We are from making camps
from dressing up and pillow cases full of christmas presents
We are from calamine lotion
from crab apple trees and eggy bread with sugar
We are from from Oliver and Castle
from Goldsmith and Kincaid
We are from wonders that will never cease.
They are repainting the green bicycle lanes down on the Ronda Del Estero (ring road) and everyone is finally back to school, including me later today. Time for me to stop painting the town red.
Cold clouds covered creation.
City compelled carriages ceased.
Cream-clad chick climbed carriage-wards covering chair.
Curly-cut chap comes clutching clothing, cream-clad chick conceded.
Crimson cheeked chick conveys credit.
Chap’s chops closed; can’t converse.
Changes cold condition: canters.
Consequent commute chap casts contentment concerning chick, chick correspondingly casts contentment concerning chap.
Run to the beach again, the sea as flat as the toast I rest my poached egg on afterwards.
The 8:08 train, which was bound for London, stopped at the platform, which was full of people, under a sky, which was wintry.
A woman, who was dressed in an overcoat, which was beige, and boots, which were black, got onboard and moved quickly into the carriage, which was full but where she found a seat, which was vacant.
Upon sitting down on her seat, which was comfortable she was confronted by a man, who had hair, which was curly and who was holding her scarf, which she had dropped. She, who blushed a little, said thank you. He, who lingered but didn’t speak, soon walked off.
The next morning, which was the following day, they were seen on the platform, which was busy again and where they were seen exchanging smiles.
(take, teach, tell, write, think, understand, wake up, wear, win)
I woke up and wore the usual clothes to school
I took the usual route to school
They taught me things at school
They told me things at school
I wrote it all in my book at school
I thought I understood it all
Later I won a game of basketball
Then I went home and forgot it all
(Except the basketball)
(pay, put, read, ride, ring, run, say, see, sell, send)
She said she saw it and read about it on the internet.
She said it was on a website that sold books.
She said her older sister paid for it.
She said the book was about a woman who rode a horse.
She said they sent it in the post.
She said when the dooorbell rang she ran to the front door to get it.
She said she put the book on her shelf and said it looked shiny and great.
She said she hasn’t read it because she doesn’t like reading.
A 5k morning run to the local beach in San Fernando. The first time I’d done it. I submerge in the sea, dry off in the breeze.
As The 8:08 train pulled into the station a woman was waiting to get on. When the train stopped, the woman got onboard as the doors were still opening. Just as she was sitting down a man approached her. While she was wondering what he wanted, he handed her her dropped scarf. She offered thanks as the train doors were closing. While he was standing there like a lemon she blushed.
It looked like he was going to speak but he didn’t and walked off. The next morning while they were passing on the platform they exchanged smiles.
He ordered the steak and chips
and as he ordered, saliva
A run in the marshes, sweating out last nights drinking, breathing in the beauty of wide skies over glimmering water. The tide is in.
Under wintry sky
he returned her fallen scarf
of resulting smiles
Half the sky blue, half the sky grey. The marshland scorched all summer long now drenched with a slight sparkle and a freshness that various birds pick their way through. The sun comes out half way through the run. I didn’t need my jacket.
Limbering up mentally for a shakeout tomorrow. Weather has finally broken, for now at least, and thoughts of moving about are back in abundance.
On the 8:08 train, a woman had her scarf returned to her. She blushed. He lingered but said nothing. The next day they smiled at each other.
It’s a grey, a bleak firmament so placed above.
The train trundles:
And so the commuter, lady, boards in winter wear
And she reclines,
sat on seating available there.
He suddenly, standing, with a misplaced garment,
a curled hairstyle; she reddening, gratified
her garment found!
A pause, dawdling so, gentleman waiting
then wandering away very quiet.
the morning repeated,
a shared look:
That 8:08 morning train to London hung about on platform four; looking up you could spot a cold, wintry sky. This woman, who was sporting a brown coat and black boots, got onboard and ran quickly to find a spot to sit down. Upon sitting down, this guy, with curly hair, stood holding a scarf that this woman had lost without knowing. With a slight crimson glow, said woman said thank you. But this guy stuck around a bit, possibly hoping to say a word or two but didn’t and swiftly split. That following day: both smiling on platform.
The eight-minutes-gone-eight passenger vehicle, direction ‘the smoke’, stopped beside the elevated concrete under grey winter skies. One female, wearing her beige overcoat over darkened footwear, embarked before heading speedily seat-wards. While resting her backside, one male, whose hairstyle coiled, approached her. He held her neckwear she’d dropped unaware moments before. She blushed somewhat, offered her gratitude. He lingered, seemed like he wanted some conversation however, he maintained silence before stepping aside. The next daybreak they were seen exchanging smiles.
The sunrise city service stopped at the station under a silvery sky.
A woman, who was wearing an off-white wardrobe with waders, wormed her way in and went with whip to where waited a window seat. Simultaneous to sitting on said seat she was suited by a swain with spirally strands who sent back her scarf she seemed to have scattered southwards.
Beauty blushed a bit, but blessed the beau. He lingered, longing then lurched off. The subsequent sunrise they were seen sending smiles.
The 8:08 train to London stopped at the platform under a sky as wintry as a frozen windscreen. A woman, who was dressed in an overcoat as beige as a sandy beach in southern climes and boots as black as a river of spilled ink got onboard and moved as quick as a dolphin dancing through the waves to find a seat. Upon sitting down she was confronted by a man, with hair as curly as a bowl of kale who was holding her scarf that she had dropped like a handkerchief in olden day films. She blushed a little the colour of pink sky in the morning and said thank you. He lingered like a pimple, it seemed like he had wanted to say something, but didn’t and walked off as quick as he had arrived. The next morning they were seen exchanging smiles.
The man had returned a scarf she had dropped
Onboard the 8:08 train
But he didn’t speak and away he had hopped
The man had returned a scarf she had dropped
She had blushed and then time had stopped
Then they had smiled the following day
For the man had returned a scarf she had dropped
Onboard the 8:08 train
Get on train
Find a seat
Blush when confronted by man
Say thank you to man
Smile at the man the following day
Get on train
Pick up scarf
Give scarf back to woman
Linger, say nothing
Smile at woman the following day
Da 8:08 train 2 LDN stopD @ da pltfrm undR a wintry sky. A wmn, hu wz dressD n a beige overcoat n blk boots, got onboard n muvD qkly 2 fnd a seat. Upon sittN dwn she wz confrontd by a mn, w curly hair, hu wz holdN her scarf dat she had dropD. She blushed a lil, sed thx. He lingered, it seemD lk he had wntd 2 sa somit, bt didn’t n wlkD off. Da nxt AM dey wer cn xchangin :)s.
(Fade from black) to clip of train rolling into station. (fade to black)
VOICEOVER: “It’s another day on the commute to work”.
TEXT ON SCREEN: From The Consequences of Inspiration…
(Fade from black) to clip of woman watching train as it rolls into station (fade to black)
VOICEOVER: “The wintry sky reflects the ordinary.”
TEXT ON SCREEN: …Comes an astonishing first movie production
(Fade from black) to clip of woman getting onboard train (fade to black)
BLACK SCREEN VOICEOVER: “But today is different..”
(Fade from black) to clip of the scarf falling (fade to black)
BLACK SCREEN ONLY
(Fade from black) to clip of man staring at woman. (fade to black)
BLACK SCREEN TEXT: THE 8:08. IN CINEMAS SOON