Junction

Sometimes the ride is not what we thought; nor is the destination

Through the Silence;

I now can hear,
A distant Train drawing near.
Iron throated growl;

Rumbling timber to track.
A murder of crows;

Belching from its stack.
Steel engine of impenetrable sheen;
Upon its skin, the moonlight gleans.
Bright car windows;
Hooded shades;

Over watchful eyes.

Dare one ask the secrets carried inside?

I stand at the platform
Pine creaking neath my feet.
Alone as promised;
Exposed; 

Discreet.
Hissing and groaning;
This Goliath comes to a stop.
By the prickling of my skin;
I hear that second shoe drop.
A stream of light; and a Cheshire cat grin;
Fling open the door and welcome me in.
Embark on a journey;

Learn things anew;
Come on aboard.

 

I've been waiting for you.

 

Plush crimson velvet chair for me to repose.
Have a seat; 
Get comfy;  
Relax;
Tell me your woes.
From the dinning car come warm crumpets and tea;
Whisked up a la carte, especially for me.
I succumb to the warmth;

The comforts;

The glow.
Oh yes.

I do;

I wish to be in the know.

But as we talk this engineer and me;
A strange thing happens and I begin to see,
This train is taking me somewhere
I do not wish to go.
Though, when I boarded I was none the wiser so.
Screeching and screaming from the rails sparks fly.
Embers dancing as faeries taking to the sky;
Laughing and jeering at my fate.
Can I break free?        
Is it too late?

Cold as headstone the behemoth halts abrupt.

Ejected from its line;

Silken,

Corrupt.
In its panting steam I am left shivering,

Alone.
I need the lady moon to guide me home.

Reviews

[The Archangel Gabriel]

Very nice work! What an epic tale. I was left with more questions than were answered. Where did she end up? Why did the people on the train do this to her? How far was she taken out of her way?

So many questions - so few answers.

Well penned.

-Gabe

[Micheal Teal]

' I Thought I was But I'm not What I was or What I Thought "

This poem leaves the reader wanting more. It is the sign of a good story when the readers thirst is not quenched but merely wetted. Well done. The images are cascading through my consciousness seeking resolution.

You are a captivating writer and the essence of your personal truth has touched my spirit in a way that inspires the imagination. Thank you for sharing this lyrical gem with us. I have no destination because for me its the ride and while its been a difficult ride I wouldnt change a thing for if I had chosen another route I may not have had the opportunity to read this epic literary jewel.

Now if you will excuse me I have to get off the tracks , theres a train a coming!

[Emily B]

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me . . . (Dickinson)

WHat a great write!

[Justin Carlson]

Wow, this is really cool. I love the imagery, and it tells a very cryptic story. I am intrigued. Well written as always Rhiannon. Keep writing, I'll be back for more!

[Kayla]

wow rhianon this was wonderful! youre ryhming and rhythm are wonderful, and i just love the last line..."I need the lady moon to guide me home." i think we all need the lady moone to guide us home sometimes and this is great discription of one of those times. nice work and looking forward to reading more