From 1904 back to the present day and still a railway theme. One of the great things about doing a blog like this is discovering new poems and new writers. Scouring the internet I found this poem which gives a lovingly novel take on journeying to Teignmouth by train. Thanks to Peter Waters who is ‘local’, though I don’t know how local.
In his words: “An addition to what appears to be an increasing number of rail-related poems by me ..with acknowledgments to John Keats and Patrick Wolfe who eponymously went before…”
“The train -now departing, from platform 3,
Is the 18.47 for Bristol Temple Meads.
Calling at : Newton Abbot; Teignmouth;
Dawlish; Dawlish Warren;
Exeter St Davids;
All stops are stated, with an equanimity,
That makes no suggestion of partiality,
By an announcer whose apologies are lacking in passion –
Unlike the reception at my terminal station…
For it’s Teignmouth,
Where her mouth,
Greets my mouth…
There…oh! long sweetly sought, all too soon to be sundered there,
Is my chosen destination.
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