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


2 responses to “New Poem: Beaten Tracks”

  1. Gary Manders

    I really like it, you make me want to write some poetry!

  2. andrew pickering

    always good to hear brockley immortalised in a poem- poets normally stick to north london – could you write one about ladywell?