Ruth Walters


The Train - Poem by Ruth Walters

The train now standing at platform 2 is empty now,
its windows still fogged by smut and smog
that lapped its sides for the time of its reign.

Worn seats are still depressed by ghostly bottoms,
those excited passengers of long ago.
They’re essence fills the very air we breathe.

Now the train holds no one, it sits on a mocked up platform
at York Museum to allow eager eyed tourists
to walk silently within its carriages.

It clings tightly to memories, veiled secrets,
somehow wanting to tell all it has seen ___
rolling hillsides, green fields, quaint hamlets.......

Its driver, with blackened fingers and grubby face
no longer steers its mighty coaches
but his presence is ever felt

by all that walk through the 10.15 calling at
lost dreams, sand castles, treasured friends, lover’s trysts
and all stations to destiny……


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I went to York while attending a dental conference dinner a few years ago.
They'd hired the Museum for the evening and we were privileged to an almost
private viewing of the trains.
Being evening the place felt spooky making it all the more exciting!
The dinner was good too and we had some excellent speakers but the memory
of the trains will never leave me. I wish I'd had more time in York, I'd have loved
to wonder through its little streets and seen more....maybe one day?

Comments about The Train by Ruth Walters

  • B. V. Dahlen (10/15/2012 9:32:00 AM)


    This is so poignant, Ruthie. I love it. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/26/2012 8:46:00 AM)


    Great poem and loved the finale, so often the preserved things or ruins capture our imagination and this has been well considered here with your diverse ideas of the journeys and motivation of some past passengers. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 15, 2014


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