There was a New York moment An ice-splinter in a sheet of sunlight When without the aid of smart devices Using dumb mind trails and heartstrings We managed to connect Like two sparrowhawks circling the Downs Two wayfaring strangers caught in eye contact A brother and a sister separated at the orphanage The tramrails of recognition in a train carriage Two carvings divided by centuries on an ancient Ashdown Forest oak Together but alone, two flights scribbled together, trails in the sky Lattice-work moments that we didn’t recognise then But now in our Hadleigh twitchers hide they start to form letters on the Estuary horizon as we look across the marshes of Foulness And in the distance the iron-toothed refineries and the Essex tides wash dreams from the tarnished golden mile to Thorpe Bay. Do you remember being scared by thunder in the same storm? Before grammar schools dressed us in new ambitions That hung off us like extravagant hand-me-downs And we didn’t know each other then And yet we did, somehow. We heard the strains of the same songs drifting through our different worlds echoes in adjacent rooms then but hearing them again now, as our eyes dance in the same places. And as the shadows lengthen The midges rise and the fairy-tale forest draws in We let the thought hang in the air There is a new Wealden moment An iceblink as the glacier shifts And the sun traces our faces, our shadows merge, becoming one as all of the things we always meant to do collide here like carriages of a train in its silent Beeching siding but there in the car reserved for lovers two people who have not known each other all their lives finally have their moment. Roy Stannard 6th June 2013 (the 50th anniversary of the Beeching cuts) Listen to a live recording on Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/roystannard/roy-stannard-moment-final-mix
There are so many lovely lines here. Forget the Beeching Cuts anniversary – in fact please don’t remind me – just give me more poetry like this.
Great narrative, pacing & imagery!