Tuesday, 8 May 2012
deep in the heart of nowhere
Yes. I remember Dullingham -
The name, because one afternoon
Damply, the train pulled up there
Unnecessarily. It was early May.
The rain pissed. I cleared my throat.
No one moved, on or off -
Just a bare platform. What I saw
Was Dullingham - name and nature.
And rain clouds, indescript trees,
And more bloody rain; nothing dry.
I looked up expecting nothing more
Than rain from the clouds in the sky.
And for those minutes, really, nothing sang.
Nothing. Not a thing.
Just clouds and nothing else
In Cambridgeshire or Suffolk.
with apologies to Edward Thomas.