Grey and Steel* (a poem about a train journey)

Night’s saturnine blanket still lays heavy, the moon’s all seeing gaze shines bright and steady. Dew glistens where it settled, life comes a stir, milk bottles tinkle, engines sputter to a purr. Most sleep masked eyes still yet to flicker, while shovel and broom clear the last scraps of litter. The masses still adrift on … Continue reading Grey and Steel* (a poem about a train journey)