New Poem: Beaten Tracks
Beaten Tracks
On the sleepers between
Forest Hill and Brockley
broken rails are lain down,
flanked by the tidy parallels
of clean-humming steel tracks.
They are tensile failures,
pieces and fractures,
all angles and rough edges,
serving brittle punishment
for going out of line
and giving in
when the wheels rolled their backs.
© KB 2009
I really like it, you make me want to write some poetry!
always good to hear brockley immortalised in a poem- poets normally stick to north london – could you write one about ladywell?