The Train
the train
hissed
the platform was empty
it sweated its breath
that turned to mist
no one about
no ladies or gentry
the passengers were late
did they expect it to wait?
did they exist?
the air was cold
the night was old
the train
hissed
it sweated its breath
that turned to mist
no tickets were sold
—Lesley Scoble, December 2025
Audio – The Train
Thank you
Thank you, Sadje, for your inspirational #WDYS photo prompts.
Thanks also to photographer, Tobias Reich @ Unsplash for the image that sparked this poem.
To explore more of Sadje’s poetry and prompts, please follow the link.
And above all, thank you, dear reader, for spending time with my poem.
As it’s New Years’s Eve, all that remains is to wish you health and happiness in 2026.
Happy New Year my friends!
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