Rachel Mary Jane Arnold
Atmosphere Of London Underground - Poem by Rachel Mary Jane Arnold
On the tube one day,
someone got trapped in the doors.
They looked like caught prey.
Its walls curved like those of caves.
Clicking cables sound.
The gusts of damp air
Feel like a basilisk’s breath.
Enter those who dare.
are like modern version caves.
Darkness all around.
On the underground.
Overcrowded; few seats found.
People’s hearts pound.
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