swept
down
rain-wet
steps
at the Broadway shoes slip
surfing the crowd
going underground
Oyster swipes through the barrier
tentative
on
the
es
ca
lator
steely steep
and hungry
on the platform
damp, sweat and dust
pervade
below sweeter notes
of perfume and aftershave
open yawn of tunnel
breathes a stale gust
skitters an empty take-away cup
sets a page
of yesterday’s news
dancing along the rails
vibrating with the oncoming
screaming
dragon
passengers tumble
from opening doors
mind the gap
spat from the monster’s jaws
avoiding collision
with commuters fighting to get in
and on their way
to another working day
Kim M. Russell, 2017

Image found on metro.co.uk
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics Underground
This week Paul is our host and he wants us to go ‘underground’. He asks what, where or who is the underground? He has also shared a wonderful poem by one of my favourite poets, Seamus Heaney, and a great tune to set us on our way.
Nice description of an underground transit system. I’ve taken a few in Chicago that are underground only at the terminal entrance downtown.
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Thank you, Frank. I’ve never been to Chicago – only New York and I didn’t ride the subway as we walked or took the bus everywhere.
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Oh Kim….I love the pacing of this when I read it; and the spacing you’ve done to illustrate the words. Your desctiptive imagery puts me right there…I especially like these words
“skitters an empty take-away cup
sets a page
of yesterday’s news
dancing along the rails”
This kind of work-a-day commute is often referred to here as the “rat race.” Your photo and words really convey that hectic frenetic dash to work that so many make.
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Thank you, Lillian I was in London two weeks ago to read some poems at the launch of the Anthology of Aunts. I really don’t enjoy going on the Tube – never did. I don’t like being somewhere I feel can’t escape from!!
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We do have our own Metro here in Stockholm, and rush hour can be like this… and yes I know the stairs and escalators… but it’s partly above ground as well.
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I’ve always wanted to visit Sweden but the closest I got was Malmo on a day trip over the bridge from Copenhagen a few years ago. It’s still on my list 😉
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Love this Kim.You brought to life the rush hour underground…That screaming Dragon is so perfect.
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Thank you, Paul. I think your prompt came just at the right time – I still have my recent visit to the Smoke in my head.
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Loved it Kim.
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I also love the form that descends into the underground too.
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🙂
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I like the way this poem moves with its subjects, especially “on
the
es
ca
lator”!
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Thank you, Rachel!
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Marvelous use of personification!
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Fun taste of the subways. My daughter and I did a 3 week couch-surfing trip through Wales and England and we got a kick of the phrase “Mind the Gap” and “Mind the Step”. Not an American expression. And when we returned to the USA, we missed the various British accents and thought our own was ugly. So I tried to read your poem with some British tones to make the tour complete.
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You took me down there and it is very crowded….yikes. So well done.
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God blessed me to live and work above ground. I have never experienced a ride on the subway, and I must say I’m not sorry. I loved your poem, however, … and it’s downward path!
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Thanks Bev!
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love this. love the form and the words and the smells.
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Thanks Sascha!
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Nice… Rush, rush. Though I felt quite a bit of danger reading this, too.
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There’s always that hint of danger on the Tube. I don’t like having to use it but it’s only when I visit now.
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Like the slice of morning rush hour!!
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Glad I don’t have to do it any more!
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wow! the rush hour told poetically and beautifully! love the concrete lines to. especially the escalator part. 😉
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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you’re welcome! 🙂
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Oh, you really capture some memories here. So detailed. I maybe ride the tube once a year now, but the smell is always the same.
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Thanks Sarah!
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Well, that brought back a lot of horrible memories! Very vivid 🙂
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I’m glad I reminded you why we live where we do!
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I couldn’t do that again. The worst thing is being armpit height…
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Phew!
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🙂
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Well done, Sarah! You’ve really captured it–the crowds, the smell, the swirling old newspapers. . .
I’ve taken subways in other cities.
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Sarah?
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Ooops. Sorry! KIM!!!! I’m doing too many thinks at once. I apologize.
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No need to apologise. I’m sure I’ve done that before! 😊
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🙂
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But the well done still holds. 🙂
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😊
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Described in a way that brings it alive; and I like the visual construction.
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Thank you, Rosemary 😊
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Very nice. I love the visual of going down the steps.
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Nice take on the underground Kim; i’ve had the vacation experience many years ago. But we have nothing of the sort here in Trinidad
much love…
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Thanks, Gillena! No underground and from what I’ve read in your poems, Trinidad sounds heavenly. 😊
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Loved this, Kim. Reminded me of taking the Tubes in London. I also remember the stairs where the escalaters weren’t and tossing my coins to the buskers. And of the Americans using the wrong side of the stairs and walkways.
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Thanks Jim!
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Kim, your photo is the very reason, I try to avoid taking transit, in Toronto, during rush hour, in all forms: streetcar, bus, and subway. I value my mental health, over getting there, an hour or two sooner. Had enough anxiety/panic attacks, to last me, several lifetimes. Sigh. The worse thing about taking transit, in rush hour, is you’re left feeling like, a human sardine, without any sauce, to cover various body odours, in a tin can.
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Unfortunately the Tube is a necessary evil in London but haven’t lived there for over 25 years and only occasionally visit. I love living deep in the countryside 😉
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I’ve ridden NYC transit many times now – you describe it well – and I will never exactly like it…
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I was too scared to go the the New York one! I only know the scary London one and the various much nicer systems in other parts of Europe.
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My goodness this is such a powerful depiction of an underground transit system. Especially like; “Oyster swipes through the barrier tentative on the escalator steely steep and hungry on the platform damp, sweat and dust pervade below sweeter notes of perfume and aftershave.” sigh.. beautifully executed.
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Thank you, Sanaa! By the way, Oyster refers to a prepaid card passengers use on the London Underground. I forgot that most readers wouldn’t know that!
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Intriguing!❤️ Thank you for telling me this 😀 xoxo
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whew! claustrophobic ~
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It is!
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