Friday, September 21, 2012

A Stop in Reading

A stop in Reading,
and on the platform
the ubiquitous kissing
couple, the businessmen
praying into their mobiles,
the shopping brigades,
the school truants looking
for a day’s excitement
in their short skirts,
sequined high-top tennis
shoes, Mohawks and neoned
hair streaming, dreaming
of Covent Garden and
Chinatown, theatre lights
screened images mistaken
for reality.

On a train from London to Oxford, we stopped in Reading, and saw the people waiting on the platform opposite.

Photograph: Reading train station by Uskvale.

This poem was also featured over at Christian Poets & Writers today.


Mary Harwell Sayler said...

Loved the quick eye, insight, word choices, and word plays - lovely!

SimplyDarlene said...

oooo, oooo, this is what we've been waiting for...


Maureen said...

Isn't it great to be able to see such diversity all in one place?!

S. Etole said...

This paints quite a scene.

Laura said...

Isn't Reading one of the Railroads in the game Monopoly? I'm so sheltered. I never knew it might be a real place...

Anonymous said...

i only have one question.
how many books?