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