FALLING ASLEEP ON LONDON TRANSPORT

By Alice Hamilton

Fri, 23 Feb 2018
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The oyster cracks open.           

A long string of pearls                  

Drags me upstairs.                      

 

A flash of blinding light.                    

Sizzling firecrackers.        

The bus explodes.

 

A quivering jelly,                    

Raspberry flavour,                      

Juicy, luscious.                           

 

I nibble my way out.                         

Then I swim through jam,                                            

Sweet and sticky.                             

 

Huge berries bob around,                 

Show me crystal stairs,                        

Crunchy sugar.                                 

 

A silvery green river.                      

Salt tang of the sea.                           

The sky is white.                               

 

Swans, dazzling, graceful, proud.     

Mighty wings flapping,                      

Whistling ‘wou,wou’.                         

 

They fly high, swoop, lift me,            

Higher and higher.                             

Fleecy soft clouds.                                  

 

Sun rays caress my face.                

Now I am falling,                               

Slowly, falling.                                    

                     

I land with a sharp jolt,                      

Back where I started,                        

On the top deck.

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

dreams and life, life and dreams. 

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thanks for your response. Where would we be without our dreams? Congratulations for Pick of the Day and Poem of the Week! 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I fell asleep on a Bristol bus once, ended up with my head on this woman's shoulder. I was very appologetic and very red, but she didn't seem to mind.

I loved your poem, bought back my own memories.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thanks for commenting. Your memory of a journey on a Bristol bus made me smile. Believe me, I would never fall asleep on London Transport. I am ultra-vigilant! Last week someone asked me to watch his suitcase and I refused. Later, when he had removed his scarf, I noticed a clerical collar.