On an evening train from Welwyn Garden City

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Happy National Poetry Day! 

On the journey back from WGC,
an unusual feeling swept over me:

A sudden peace.
an inspiration increase.

Hatfield, Potter’s Bar, King’s Cross, Milton Keynes,
The Palace of Alexandra, imaginary queen.

Darkness lingers, streetlights join the stars,
flying in lines of light and dark.

Signs of life whizzing by,
too fast to catch with the human eye.

Silhouettes of trees and slatted roofs.
The moonlit water shining dew.

Dad fast asleep with folded arms,
leaving me to my creative charms

Until our stop. Then dad’s awake
and talking just for talking’s sake.

We’re beckoned by warmth, the promise of pie
and my hat’s left behind on the train to die.

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