As part of our involvement in the Storylines project, we recently took a Poetry Playspace out of our usual setting and on to a train…
Lead artist Carmen Marcus provided us all with beautifully planned and presented workbooks, crammed with amazing writing exercises timed to coincide with every station stop from Middlesbrough to Bishop Aukland, and back again.

In among the prompts there was also time to have a ‘gaze moment’, allowing the scenery to flash past, sparking memories or allowing for sudden inspiration in the scenes of nature outside.

Carmen even provided beautiful ‘wild cards’ by artist Jackie Morris, to suggest aspects of nature should there be nothing to see outside – but of course, there was plenty to see, and plenty to chat about too.

This poem from Sandra Falconer talks about the nostalgia of re-visiting old destinations, seeing them through A Rose-Tinted Train Window…
It takes a train to carry me back
Up the tracks to the land of my youth
As the miles roll by, the years of exile are gone,
Thornaby, Eaglescliffe, Allen’s West,
Cooling towers and city streets give way
To farmland and wooded hills,
Allotments and travellers’ ponies,
I swear the air smells sweeter
And the branches of the rowan trees
Wave, to welcome me home
Heighington, Aycliffe, Shildon,
I rode down these lanes
Played truant in that haybarn
I know this terrain and it knows me
Winding streets behind the station
Sandstone church beneath that spire
Wriggling tadpoles in Johnny Best’s Beck
Through the rose-tinted glass I see people still young
Living, laughing, playing, staying,
Why didn’t I?
The train home is cancelled
It feels as if the old country
Has wrapped her mother’s arms around me
Willing me to stay
As the taxi drives off, I whisper
I’ll be back, I promise.

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One response to “A rose-tinted window”
I love this poem. The train deliberately leaving the passenger in the arms of the ‘old country’ is poignant and moving.
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