Poems on the Underground – 2

People hurrying down the moving staircase,

Those swearing their hurt at the organisation running the lines,

Those bumping into others as they make their changes


The rhythms and irritating sounds of steel as they work together,

The unending sound of beeps as the lines latch up for their destinations,

Mixtures of rhythms from the ears of passengers as others look with increased anger

The ‘Arrghs’ and expression of congestion that produces a pungent ‘aroma’ to the neighbours


Turning here and there of those massive pages with beige colour given on by-ways as hungry depressed Londoners make their way to work

The unending lullaby’s of toddlers and mothers on the constant consolation of the packed line

Are all combinations of the Rhythms on the Underground


Again, I snap back to reality.. I’ve got to listen for my stop as I can’t stop writing.

Every journey a story of the London Underground


4 thoughts on “Poems on the Underground – 2

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