Eurostar 14.10.22

 


Eurostar 


We sped to the train hub at St Pancras

crossing from regional to national and 

then aloft to the international railway.


Our first overseas journey blessed

by privileges afforded to the disabled 

sparing us stress from a lot of queuing.


So, poetry for me, sketching for Anne

as we wait reflectively at this hub 

watching the busy world go round us.


‘All aboard the Eurostar’, they cry,  

up we go, up and off to Paris

to celebrate a big birthday!


John Twisleton 14 October 2022

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