Waiting at the station

Early morning sky is


But gentle on eyes…still tired

A sandstone wall sits

Capped with galvanised


Standing to attention

Saluting a new day

A performance yet to come

Modernity as a play

The actors waiting in the wings

Or on the train…waiting

Mesmerised by colour

By a blue sky touching

That soft honeycomb wall

All the while the train is


All in the infinity

Of a moment

Somehow, surreal


Thatcher Doran




About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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