NORTHBOUND TRAIN
A highway runs
near a quiet park.
The night is cool.
The sky is dark.
The swings cast shadows
on the grass,
that creep across
a lake of glass.
Coming across the field fast –
In the blink of an eye,
it’s already passed.
Merely a trick, of the light
but I knew in my heart
that couldn’t be right.
What I had seen,
was a northbound train,
where the old north tracks
went to rust in the rain.
I wondered then
if it would fly
across the fallen trestle.
Like a haunted clipper ship;
some wraith’s unearthly vessel.
Can it be that such things,
have ghosts at their helms,
or is time a mere wall,
a space between realms.
rastelly 
Yes! The last two lines, especially.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
I do try to save the
best for last.
I liked that! I love the way you can rhyme without it seeming forced or tacky like most poets. Love the illustration, too!
Forced are tacky? A good tip for
avoiding that is to watch the first
word not the second – can’t rhyme
a word, change it. 😉
PS. I’m glad you think I’m good.
😀 (The illistration had me worried.
I still think it looks more like an
exploding Chimnea)
Lovely!
😀
fabulous imagination. ghost trains, ghost ships and ghost towns always give me a shiver- they are a bit unsettling are not they?
Unsetteling, and yet, stangely alluring . . . 😉
you are right. they are alluring too. so when i the adventurers of horror movies i can understand that imp inside that lures them.
that image you added with the poem is haunting.
Well said. There is a connection between
facination and fear. 😉
I’m glad you liked my drawing too.
i will die from pleasure if i can create a painting like that. its just fantastic.
death and danger holds magnetic attraction.
They say that Curiousity Killed the Cat.
but I’ve noticed, that wich kills the Cat,
also thrills the cat. 😉
Note, I used black ink on blue chalk,
the white was chalked on last. I sketched
a scene then colored it. It didden’t take
very long. Darkness can seem hard to do
but it can remove the need for too many
extra details. Simplifing the picture.
darkness is tough to paint, if you can master it then it will give you a magical painting.
oh yes, cats are obsessed with danger 🙂
What a fascinating story! Well done indeed!
Thank you. Good to see you. 🙂
Great little story, put together as a lovely poem. Strange, beautiful, mysterious, thoughtful. The illustration complements the words quite beautifully. Like a lot! I like the use of symbols. I like the open read. I like that I can put my own thoughts into what I see. Great work!
Thank you very much. I wanted to capture the
feeling of walking alone just after dusk. Knowing
the memory of the land and almost being able to
see it. I borrowed lines from a poem I had
written as a child – the poem described an
encounter with a unicorn and ended with the
lines – “In the day the sun shines bright, but
only magic, happens at night.
Excellently told, 🙂 … loved the drawing too of the train it gave the impression of speed and mystery.. ” A space between realms”.. arrh now.. thats right up my street :-).. Enjoy your weekend my friend xx ~Sue
Your making up for lost time I see.
Thanks for subscribeing, and thanks
for the comments – I had quite a few
notifications this morning. It was a
plesent surprise! 😀
Once again – It’s good to know my
train drawing was well-recieved. 🙂
I will try to relax this weekend.
I could see how much history that train holds … 🙂 Love the poem very much.
Thank you. I do enjoy writing them. I heard a
story about a ghost that would walk on air high
above the floor, because long ago there had
been a second floor – I liked that story. 😀
all the best for your upcoming venture!
Thanks, and to any of yourse, blessings! 😀