From Anderson's Piano: Cruachan: Derailed Train Poem by Sally Evans

From Anderson's Piano: Cruachan: Derailed Train



A rare red rose bloomed for a week in June.
Perhaps it saved the lives of those
who came unharmed from the rock-tripped train
high above deep water in Argyll
where the long loch is death's wake deep
and the wild rose blooms in a canyon,
the rare red wild June rose.

Late light of June, lasting almost
all night, they file at evening's end
in a forced trudge to Cruachan,
tracks empty and safe as houses,
this desolate dedicated railroad
five miles or more from all houses

but how lucky, here's Cruachan,
power station under the mountain
of caves and a visitor centre,
bread and soup and a small first aid box,
a flare of yellow light in the dusk,
sweet tea for the shaken driver.

Causeway, from Anderson's Piano

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kevin Patrick 09 June 2012

A beautiful captivating read, well constructed and greatly executed, thank you for sharing.

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