This poem was written in response to Josie’s W3 Poetry Prompt #236 inviting participants to borrow the opening line of another poem and take it somewhere new. I chose the first line of Ezra Pound’s In a Station of the Metro and followed it onto a nighttime train journey of my own.

A response to the opening line of Ezra Pound’s β€œIn a Station of the Metro”

Charcoal illustration for β€˜Left to Say’, showing faint reflected faces in a train window at night, with moonlit houses and blurred countryside passing beyond the glass.
Left to Say | Digital charcoal©️Lesley Scoble, 2026
Left to Say | Written by Lesley Scoble and read by Ania Marson

I am delighted that Ania Marson, has recorded a reading of Left to Say. Ania’s distinguished stage and screen career has spanned more than sixty years, from classic productions such as Emma and Nicholas and Alexandra to more recent appearances in The Witcher, Ghosts and See How They Run.

See How They Run | Ruth Wilson and Ania Marson | Photo courtesy of Ania Marson

W3 Weekly Wea’ve Poetry Prompt #236

Josie Holford is our brilliant Poet of the Week, and you can read her winning poem here. Click below to read the full prompt guidelines.

Josie’s prompt: Borrow a lineβ€”head somewhere new

Every poem begins somewhere. Sometimes, all it takes is a single line to set our imagination in motion. But what happens when that first line belongs to someone else?

For this prompt, I invite you to borrow the opening line of any poem, famous or obscure, and use it as the starting point for a poem of your own.

You can keep as much of the original poem’s voice, rhythm, tone, form, or imagery as you like, or leave it all behind and head in a completely different direction. Be serious or playful, thoughtful or mischievous, quiet or outrageous. The important thing is to let your own voice shine through.

A few possible first lines to get you started

Here are six openings that might spark your imagination:

  • β€œ2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped” β€” Tomas TranstrΓΆmer, Tracks
  • β€œAt lunchtime I bought a huge orange—” β€” Wendy Cope, The Orange
  • β€œHe came home. Said nothing” β€” WisΕ‚awa Szymborska, Going Home
  • β€œI think you’re wonderful and so does everyone else.” β€” Frank O’Hara, Lines for the Fortune Cookies
  • β€œWhat in our lives is burnt” β€” Isaac Rosenberg, August 1914
  • β€œWe hid the moon in the silent river” β€” Abhijit Sarmah, On Asking My Mother about Winter 1990

You can find many more first lines here. Have a look and see what catches your eye or ear. Or choose a favorite opening from a poem you already know and love.

A few ways to approach the challenge

There’s no single right way to do this, but here are four possibilities:

  1. Honour it. Write a companion poem that captures something of the original’s spirit. Think of it as a conversation between two poets.
  2. Subvert it. Keep the opening line, then surprise us! Turn something solemn into comedy, or take a cheerful beginning somewhere unexpectedly dark.
  3. Relocate it. Give the line a new home. Move it to another time, place, culture, or situation and see what happens.
  4. Answer it. Treat the opening as a question, a claim, or even a challenge. Agree with it, argue against it, or let another voice have its say.

A few things to keep in mind

  • Give credit where it’s due. Please identify the original poet and poem, either in a note or an epigraph. Something as simple as β€œafter Emily Dickinson” works nicely.
  • Make the poem your own. Don’t let the borrowed line do all the heavy lifting. By the third or fourth line, I’d love to hear your distinctive voice coming through.
  • Surprise yourself. If you already know exactly where your poem is going, consider taking an unexpected turn. Sometimes the most interesting discoveries happen when we wander off our planned path.
  • Choose any form you like. A sonnet, ballad, dramatic monologue, free verse, or something entirely different. The borrowed line can open your poem, or simply inspire it and disappear from the finished piece.

Length and form: Entirely up to you!

Above all, have fun exploring the possibilities. Think of that first line as an open door, an invitation to enter someone else’s poem and discover where your own imagination might lead.

Acknowledgements

My thanks to Ania Marson for her beautiful rendition of my little poem.

My thanks to Josie Holford for her wonderful prompt, and to David Bogomolny, as always, for his W3 Weekly poetic encouragements.

And last, but by no means least, my thanks to you, the reader, for being here.


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20 responses to “Left to Say: a poem read by Ania Marson”

  1. An eerie poem and a fabulous reading πŸ‘Œ

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    1. Thank you very much, Robbie. I’m so delighted she recorded it. ❀️

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  2. Love this Lesley πŸ‘ πŸ’ž

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    1. Thank you, Suzanne. πŸ™πŸ’•

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  3. Oooh… she was the demon in the witcher?… mother of death… no. Deathless Mother.
    She was new to the series. I had read the books and was fascinated by her arrival in the show since she was not an original character.
    Loved the poem, lesley.
    Thank you for bringing Ania to our creative universe. It was a joy to hear her voice.

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    1. Thank you, Nigel. πŸ™‡β€β™€οΈβ€οΈ It’s a pleasure and privilege to share her beautiful voice.

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  4. Lesley, I love how the faces in the train windows seem to stare right back at you, turning a passing moment into a haunting memory you just can’t look away from!

    ~David

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    1. Huge thanks, David 🌹

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  5. Lesley a compelling piece – an atmosphere of overwhelming motion, regret, and haunting observation – brilliant πŸ™Œ

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    1. Enormous thanks for your compliment, A. J. β˜ΊοΈπŸ’“

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    Stephen J Frankenberry

    Wonderfully uneasy as these night rides can feel and the fantastic read just made it that much better. And I love “nor had the wit to look away”.

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    1. Thank you so much, Stephen πŸ™‡

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  7. Lesley, I enjoyed this one! The mesmerizing quality of the scenes beyond the train window…

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    1. Thank you, Muri. I’m chuffed you enjoyed it. πŸšƒ

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  8. Ooh! This is an intriguing development. From Pound’s imagist opener, you veer off into a strange and compelling narrative with a complete switch of genre, style, and emotional register.

    Pound is standing on a Metro platform watching the people pass by.Β  You add the speed of a thundering train, and instead of petals on a branch, those faces become blurred images staring back from moving windows while the world flits by.Β  You turn a still painting into a tracking shot in a film. It’s a fleeting moment, but the speaker can’t break the gaze. Very unsettling.

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    1. Thank you, Josie. I appreciate your descriptive comment very much. πŸ™ And I love that you see it as a tracking shot in a film. It was your prompt wot did it! It’s your fault. 🀭

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  9. Beautiful and moving poem Lesley

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    1. Thank you, kind Sadje πŸ€—

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