Leaving Trains

{ Childhood is a magical time. Every little thing seems so fascinating and surreal before you grow older and realize what they actually are- speeding trains, hissing snakes, vanishing magicians, god. I was lucky enough to spend a better part of my childhood in a sleepy town surrounded by such anomalies. This piece is a tribute to that little place, as much as to a time where I hadn’t yet discovered the big city I live in, a career, condoms, substance abuse or Quantin Tarantino. Chopan, I shall visit you again, someday.. }

The Man.

Leaving Trains.

Above the frightened night,
Just beneath the diamond sky,
You’ve got to listen, child.
Leaving trains run away, whistling
to blooming white roses in a backyard.

And green cricket balls come swirling
through forests and convent schools
And you’ve got to remember little one.
the nightingale’s call and the crocodile’s walk
and fiery conversations with dear god.

The hushed silence in the night
of the cricket’s song and the cobra’s dance
and the magician who was buried alive
And you’ve got to be grateful little one
to the gentle giant and his wiry friend.

And, above the frightened night,
Leaving trains run away, whistling
through tunnels dark and deep
bringing friends and faces lost in time
pelting stones and burning effigies

And you’ve got to understand, little one
Leaving trains will leave
And if you make peace,
And if you ever learn to love,
Even the empty tracks lead home.


10 thoughts on “Leaving Trains

  1. i fell into memories of children’s things. i almost shed a tear for the small losses one suffers – but try and remember that things arise and disappear and so they must…. i enjoy the way you introduce your writings. thank you for sharing. malene

  2. And Malene, that is the exact reason I chose to express my memories
    through trains. They’re such romanticized figures in a child’s life, attracting
    you with the mysterious pull of an unknown journey, disappearing into the

    I find giving the readers a little introduction\background to your writing
    always helps in a better understanding or a connection.

    Again, thanks for reading!

  3. I really like this.

    Think most people have memories of trains, and you have captured that something that makes them magical, and mythical.

    It goes with time, but still with freight trains, can’t help but think of Kerouac.

    Again, I really like this. Great poem.

  4. Greetings skyraftwanderer! Trains are indeed magical things. And it’s funny you mention Kerouac, he’s one of the very few poets whose works I can connect to.

    Thanks for the compliment!

  5. This was really well said, supertramp. As I read, it kept telling me it wanted to be a song…lol. 😉 Seriously, it has such a beautiful, lyrical quality to it that you should put it to music!

    • Thank you so much dragonkatet. I used to play for my high school band and started out writing lyrics. I think that’s where the lyricism comes from. Maybe I will put it to music someday. 🙂

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