Riding the glittering ocean edge
In the shadow of crumbling cliff faces,
Admiring picture-perfect fishing boats
Calmly bobbing in quaint harbours,
Racing through the lush Cornish countryside
So brilliantly verdant and enticing,
I wonder to myself: when will this
Loneliness be over?
I imagine a new life mapped out before me.
I feel the fluttering butterflies
And the driving rhythms surrounding me,
Hurtling me like a hurricane towards the dark tunnel
Of an obscure and uncertain future;
A distant glimmer of light,
Or a dead-end.
As I gaze upon the effortless perfection
Of the rolling green hills,
I am struck by a desperate yearning
Like a creature clawing at its cage.
Will these tracks carry me from rejection,
Speed me towards green pastures new,
Towards elusive desire, lust, or
Will my loneliness be over?
Emma H, age 26, 31/01/2017
Fans of British alternative rock may be able to decipher the (not-so-)subtle hints to song titles/lyrics in this poem! It was the music I was listening to during much of the depicted train journey and consequently it acts as a powerful memory trigger when I listen to it even now. Strange to think that said memory is now over 5 years old!