A ticket to Ryde

20.11.13
Sunlight dapples the shadows streaming through
The windows on this bone-shaking train –
People stare at one another, mutely stunned,
In the ancient underground carriage.
Wordlessly I too ponder how such
Rickety, cantankerous beasts managed
To hurtle around underneath our
Capital. This train seems to echo my
Thoughts as it lands at the next station with
A groan; disgorging the passengers with
A projectile spew onto the waiting platform.