Small Dreams

The broken

For a moment

allows herself

to fall in love

with perfect strangers

She dreams

of slow dancing

with faceless men

she'll never know

She lowers her guard

just enough

to see a future

with the stranger

on the 36

Who promises

with his eyes maybe

or a half smile

to love her

between King Street

And Tanners End

Metamorphosis

Huddled into a warm flesh cocoon

You quietly said

                                                      I want to fly now.

I looked down at you, little caterpillar

Safe in my arms

Nestling my nose into your hair

I can’t let you go

                                                      I want to fly now, you said.

Changing eyes

You’re lost, little caterpillar

You want to be beautiful?

You already are to me

Metamorphosis

You don’t need these split brown arms,

Peeling skin tears into a smile

You are my little caterpillar

                                                       Fly free.

There are days

There are days
When we can see
the sunlight
 hitting the terracotta brickwork
There are days
when we smell
stale cigerettes
honey and lemon
and yesterday's tea
There are days
where we need not speak,
Sandpaper silence
says everything
you really mean
There are days
Where my head
loses it's self
in a plethora
of want

There are days
when I feel
nothing

And days

When I pray
For more days.

Hull Paragon Interchange

The Interchange

Is like a movie scene.

People everywhere

And yet I'm alone

Clutching a lukewarm Coffee

Everyone perks up to listen

the train woman's monotone song.

the 3:05 to Sheffield

will now depart from Platform six.

And not the one

with the black circular benches

That I had claimed

For the last 15 minutes.

I scurry with my three bags

bouncing off each other

to the rhythm of the next verse.

This train is formed of 5 coaches

A little boy

Trips on the sand coloured floor

And he cries

As his mother tries

to collapse a pushchair.

A small black screen blinks

orange letters

Places, times, platforms

But I don't stop to read

Train woman goes on,

First class is situated

Towards the rear of the train.

I stop on Platform six

Watching the train pull in

The windows are beaded with rain

And for a moment

I'm thankful for

The ridiculous arched roof.

The doors open with a hiss

then a clunk

As the end of the station song

Tells me that

An at seat service is

available on the train.