No, this was not Adlestrop
although it was a hot June day
and the stop was unwonted
but there was no hiss of steam,
no meadowsweet or willow-herb.
What I saw was a single name – Templecombe,
a bee-busy bed of lavender and neatly clipped lawn
alongside the Waterloo Express.
Time had ceased to fly.
No one left and, indeed, no one came.
Only a bronze stationmaster
populated the bare platform
standing proud, one arm raised,
frozen in time, sculpted
in the act of ripping sheets
from his bronze-bound timetable
rendered obsolete by the digital display.
No sound could be heard,
not even a Somerset blackbird,
above the diesel engine thrum
and then the train juddered,
as if clearing its throat,
Time unfurled its wings
and Templecombe slid away.
Rosalind Adam is a Leicester, UK, girl, born and bred. She is the author of three children’s books, including The Children’s Book of Richard III. Her poetry has been published in a number of anthologies and online sites. In 2018 she won the G. S. Fraser poetry prize and was awarded a distinction for her Masters in Creative Writing at The University of Leicester.
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