To a young child,
the jagged edge of paper
poked out like a tongue
from the machine slung
round the conductor’s neck.
‘Any more fares, please?’
With a rattle of his handle
he conjured a miniature scroll,
a ticket printed with conundrums
to last the big red bus ride home.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
Shay is back with Fireblossom Friday and wonders if we have ever thought about all the expressions there are for different kinds of tickets. I immediately thought of The Beatles and ‘Ticket to Ride’, which is also on her list, and the golden ticket in Charlie and the Chocolate factory. But the tickets I remember with fondness are the old-fashioned London bus tickets of my youth, which provided me with games and magic on boring bus rides home.