The Night Express slow on wintry tracks.
Reflects in station glass
hard faces sunk in coats and scarfs;
damn cold through every crack.
Out on the darkened plain appears
ahead the smallest light
becomes a blaze against the night,
those gathered to its cheer.
Image: Pexels. A quadrille (44 words) for Dverse where De Jackson is hosting and asks us for ‘cheer’ in our writing.
And for today’s December playlist, here’s Franz Schubert’s Winterreise – (Winter Journey, for those actually in winter at the moment).
Peter Frankis writes 
I know that feeling!
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Fab. 👍🏻
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Cool image in pic and words — I could feel it (been there, like many)
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Love love love the visual this line invokes:
“sunk in coats and scarfs”
And your use of rhyme is awesome!
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Thanks De & for a great prompt
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Excellent poem. I like the rhythm and rhyme, and the cheer in seeing the train arrive, even for “hard faces sunk in coats and scarfs.”
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you’ve captured the essence of cold so well
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Great piece Peter. I loved the lonesome feel snd mental visual I got of those stark rails, and that train light approaching. Excellent mood and atmosphere! Love the title too. Could be a Woodie Guthrie, or a Bob Dylan, or a Joan Baez song… but what it was, was a wonderful poem… :/)
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Thanks Rob, glad you liked.
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The mood you conjure is excellent! Hard faces sunk – the sounds of the train in the cold. Well written!
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Oh as always excellent writing… the mood of that train, a metaphor or mood? … the rhythm is like that train travelling through night.
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Nice sound. I am going to have to try that rhythmic pattern.
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Thanks Frank, I’m still unsure about the ABBA rhyme but the rhythm worked nicely for this piece.
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