Thursday, September 25, 2008

Poetry: Childhood love and first kisses....Part 1

I nod awake
as the old coach snakes into a tunnel,
enshrouding me in darkness.
Within seconds
a pinprick of light
reveals itself at one end
and expands,
popping the train
back into daylight.

Trees flash by
bar code like,
as the train rumbles along.
In the distance,
a sea of green melts away
revealing a sand blasted countryside,
home to small rolling hills
and a lonely train station
patiently awaiting my arrival.

Soothing rattling consumes the cabin,
as iron wheels
grip steel track,
attempting to slow.
Two horn blasts
erupt from its belly,
trumpeting across the land,
sending birds scattering
into a mess of directions.

I ready my pack
as the train jerks to a halt.
A squinty eyed man in uniform
ushers me down
a rusty set of steps
and onto a
cracked cobblestone platform.
A comforting smell lingers,
as I step into warm summer air.
Aromas of farm animals
and scorched grass fields
envelope my senses,
I smile.

I hike
down a well traversed road,
littered with loose gravel,
and sides packed with dead weeds.
I look back
as the horn sounds
signaling departure,
and to say a final farewell
to a friend
whom has brought me safely
this far.

I climb, weighed down
by my pack,
to the apex
of a treacherous hill,
which resembles a giants belly
snoring in a field of dream daisies.
The late afternoon sun
has already begun its descent,
igniting the sky in a conflagration of
Wild Roses and Dandelions.
With lights absence dawning,
my steps lighten
and take hold in a charge
for my grandmothers farm house.

Lights layers unfold
to flickering lanterns,
which raise her house
from the distant shadows.
Its roof pointed
like an old gnomes hat,
signaling my arrival
with a tip.
A rickety fence,
with paint hanging off
like loose skin
hugs the grounds.
Within its grip
a lonely gate on broken hinges
creaks through quiet
as it's bullied by wind.

As I step through this magical barrier,
a familiar sensation
brushes against my mind.
I close my eyes and
inhale deep into memories,
forfeiting to an overwhelming call
of childhood love
and first kisses..........

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