Poetry for a Monday morn…

 

My love for Poetry on the Underground is unflagging, much like my love for words.
Here’s one from the latest they have on offer.

Stations

As he travels home on the Northern Line
he is reviewing his marriage.

When he used to tell her that he loved her
it was certainly true; but now the words –

though they still fulfil a useful and ceremonial
purpose – have lost some of their resonance.

as in Barons Court or St John’s Wood
or the beautiful Shepherd’s Bush.

Connie Bensley


(c)

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