By Rail Through Somerset


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

stand fishing

and wishing



8 thoughts on “By Rail Through Somerset

  1. 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.

    1. 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.

  2. 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!

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

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