An old-fashioned red London bus
takes me back to childhood’s
sleepy night-ride home
from my grandparents house:
sitting between Mum and Dad,
bare legs on fuzzy seats,
folding concertinas of paper tickets,
hypnotised by the perfume of exhaust,
rumble of engine, and the window’s
black and empty gaze. I believed
the stars – obscured by sulphrous
streetlights – had been caught,
strung in a sparkly dance
of headlights in the distance.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd October 2018
Sarah is our bartender for today and she tells us that her prompt was inspired by Qbit’s prompt from a couple of weeks ago, in which he asked us to write about the individual in a crowd. Sarah says that, through three people writing about their commute to work, she got to travel to Sweden, Canada and the Philippines. It also made her think about her own commute, travelling through some beautiful scenery, but rarely paying attention to it.
For today’s prompt Sarah asks us to think about journeys we do regularly – journeys that have become so routine we can get to our destinations and think “How did I get here?” – and write poems about them. She’d like us to spend a little time thinking about the journey itself, our thoughts and feelings as we travel. What’s it like as we set off and arrive? Are there landmarks we always acknowledge? Are there features we are always surprised by?