memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Archive for December 15, 2011

When the going was good



Still a sad glamour clung to Travel in those days,

The coal-fire in the cold-stone waiting-room

Of a draughty Yorkshire branch-line station,


The 8.00 pm boat-train from Victoria

Rocketing through the dark Kent fields

Arriving at gull-shrieking salt-air Dover.


Orly at dawn waiting in the transit-lounge

For the tense flight across the glittering sea

And on to the hot sands of Africa.


I took advantage of my freedom.

I went when the going was good

And arrived at a dry stony place.


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