Lydia and I
ride a train
from the Elephant & Castle
to Victoria train station
we love the smell
of the steam train
that takes us there
the white and grey smoke
passes by
the train window
what did your mum say
when you asked
about going to Victoria
with me?
I ask
Lydia says
she looked at me
as if I’d farted
then said
asked your father
so I did and he said
-being sober and in
a good mood-
don't you two go
and elope away
together at least not
until you're 16 years old
and he laughed
and Mum just raised
her eyebrows
and tut-tutted
and Dad said
mind how you go
with that Benny boy
she smiles
and I take in
her straight cut hair
and the dull green dress
and grey cardigan
that's good
I say
I like it
when she's happy
and we get out
at Victoria and walk
along to the nearest seat
and sit down
to watch the steam trains
coming and going
maybe I’ll be
a train driver
when I’m older
I say
to be able to breathe
in the smell
of steam trains
and the sound of trains
and see them
Lydia says
black ones
and blue ones
and green ones
maybe I can be
a train driver too
she adds
do you think so?
yes that'd be good
I say
we can go off
to Scotland
and see the big castle
and see men
in kilts
she says
we watch
as the steam train
takes off
the power of the train
the puff and shush
and shush
and she takes
my hand
and it's warm
on this little date
us two kids
of 8.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Lydia and I
ride a train
from the Elephant & Castle
to Victoria train station
we love the smell
of the steam train
that takes us there
the white and grey smoke
passes by
the train window
what did your mum say
when you asked
about going to Victoria
with me?
I ask
Lydia says
she looked at me
as if I’d farted
then said
asked your father
so I did and he said
-being sober and in
a good mood-
don't you two go
and elope away
together at least not
until you're 16 years old
and he laughed
and Mum just raised
her eyebrows
and tut-tutted
and Dad said
mind how you go
with that Benny boy
she smiles
and I take in
her straight cut hair
and the dull green dress
and grey cardigan
that's good
I say
I like it
when she's happy
and we get out
at Victoria and walk
along to the nearest seat
and sit down
to watch the steam trains
coming and going
maybe I’ll be
a train driver
when I’m older
I say
to be able to breathe
in the smell
of steam trains
and the sound of trains
and see them
Lydia says
black ones
and blue ones
and green ones
maybe I can be
a train driver too
she adds
do you think so?
yes that'd be good
I say
we can go off
to Scotland
and see the big castle
and see men
in kilts
she says
we watch
as the steam train
takes off
the power of the train
the puff and shush
and shush
and she takes
my hand
and it's warm
on this little date
us two kids
of 8.
A BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S WATCHING TRAINS.
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