Scott’s line to London ( Poetry challenge )
Intro: Savvi
My breakfast show yawn
is splashed by condensed cars
running wet in the morning gloom
I think about the Dream catcher
and whisper SSDD in the orange glow
of the street lights.
The platform is empty
and I stand in the rain
my feet lined up with the white line
keeping a safe distance.
I can see the lights of the Intercity
from Edinburgh, she never stops
a mad Celt weilding an axe
charging at the south.
I step out into her screaming mouth
through the windscreen
over the driver
bouncing off chrome poles
slapping down newspapers.
Thats when I yawn
radio 2 in my ears
sidestep the puddle
plod up the station steps
think about the Dreamcatcher
and set my feet up
along the white line.
I hope they feel me this time.