Monday, 11 March 2013

Poem 3 - Train to Glasgow

Poem I found in my diary, written on the train to Glasgow from Edinburgh Waverley on August 28th 2012 which would otherwise have been lost:

As the sun sets on the borderlands
And the crispness of the Scottish air
Takes an hour to envelop round the chest
And shooting though the walls of Victorian industry
There is the purple shot of thistle
Broken up by Caledonian mountainfields
And the smell of hops and juice of gardens
At Carfin Station I am phoned
For two arms to spread at Glasgow Central
As I have decided to make my life in this country.

Jorik Mol – train to Glasgow, August 28th 2012

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