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.
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
Lucid Gypsy 
Being Meg, she would! 🙂 🙂 And Cathy might well like it too. Poor ponies, nibbling at nothing. 😦
Thank you so much for indulging me. So many things to delight in this – close noticing and perfect phrases to express it. I love the compression of “awaiting a ride or a jar of mint sauce”, and so many images – “the sizzle of pylons”, “spires crack the mist”, “shoals of angling young men”. And then you finish off with fishing and wishing, which expresses longing and sadness, which seem to me to be the mood of the poem. This is so much more than a prosaic view through the window of the train.
I agree with Meg a beautiful and evocative view of a winter scene flashing by
I agree with Jo, you must link this to Cathy’s site. She’ll adore it.
Like the other comments, I have to agree that your images are brilliant. I loved this.
I really enjoyed this Gilly 😊
Beautifully written, Gilly. I don’t recall reading it before. I’m glad you reposted. Sometimes, we miss a few here and there.
Issy 😎