I have written a number of poems inspired by London commuting, including this surreal scene posted last year.
The sweaty gym clothes yelled in the tog bag, m8t$er f%$*er could the day get any worse? But in the Zara and Topshop bags, short summer dresses from the 50% off rack just giggled at the hope of seeing sun. The backpack lugging the laptop for an evening of more work simply sighed. Weary would carry them home.
Another poem inspired by my commuter experiences on London’s tube.
In the Ocean: a year of poetry
Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys
Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012
37 of us shuttled along as we sit or stand
with our regular doors.
They are the ones with which we enter
Thursday morning in Zone 1.
They are the ones where we could
change here for
Too late to exit for Morden via Bank.
Your regular doors
can be dangerous.
You could change after Euston.
Make the next start
The image used is in the public domain because its copyright has expired. This applies to Australia, the European Union and those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 70 years.
The bees credit it as some point of luxury
to be on the Tube.
They keep meaning to take the bus,
but tonight it was raining busy
people and a real weasel.
The wet walk up Charing Cross road
was not the easiest way.
One more stop. More peppermint
Today, 3rd October, was National Poetry Day in the UK. To mark a day dedicated to poetry, yes, you have already read a poem. You may also wish to read my musings and the short poem I wrote earlier this year for World Poetry Day. Please do keep reading and enjoying poetry on any day.