country gulls flushed by the 10.53
arrow from fields with frosty periphery
like yuletide tinsel under threadbare trees
lamb filled ewes felted and jacketed
join blanketed ponies to nibble on nothing
awaiting a ride or a jar of mint sauce
depart the Levels undulating uphill
where railway huts stand derelict lonesome
the sizzle of pylons shoot towards ozone
old man’s beard helplessly clings to dense hide
of hedge where Roe stags lurk in dank
acres furrowed and ready for spring
spires crack the mist near burst banks
where Saturday shoals of angling young men
8 thoughts on “By Rail Through Somerset”
This is a wonderfully evocative poem. I can see all those images that are with us now even though they shouldn’t be. My favourite phrase is ‘ewes felted & jacketed’ but there are many more! I lived in Somerset so know the county well & youhave captured it beautifully.
Oh thank you so much, I always feel silly posting poetry. I found some notes I made while looking out the train window last winter (I was avoiding some footie fans who had beer for breakfast) and decided to have a play.
Nice words. I wish I would know the area like jfb57 does. Margie
now you have transported me instantly to those frosty fields and dark hedges, the feeling of life waiting to burst out when warmth returns, of patience and hoe ….a wonderful counterpoint to my surf swim this morning on our first really summery day this year …more poetry please!
Very descriptive of not just place but mood too. Thank you for a snapshot of a different world from the busy city streets we live in.
yuletide tinsel under threadbare trees. delicious and sad at the same time. Why do you feel silly? You’re a poet! I WANT MORE!
I wish I could play with imagery like you do. Good job.
What lovely pictures you paint here, Gilly (and with humour – “jar of mint sauce” hehe)
Reblogged this on Lucid Gypsy and commented:
When Meg posted her intentional noticings on a train journey to Poznan, I told her about my scribbles on a train. Being Meg of course she wanted to read it, so I’m re-blogging this post from 2011.