Welcome to this weeks Poetic Beats with Howard B and Davy D, recorded on the 24th of July 2017 on Red Kite Radio.
Continuing on this month’s theme of poetry and motion, I read the poem, On the 11.37 with Sylvia Plath. We look at poetry and trains and give an insight as to how Sylvia Plath’s poetry collection, Ariel, and the 21st Century scourge, mobile phones on trains, planted seeds for the poetry.
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Enjoy the conversation and I look forward to hearing your thoughts.
The man shouting at his phone
On the 11.37 to Marylebone,
These are not my words.
My words – Notes from Ariel – drown
In his life of importance and
Deadlines set to fail him.
Unaware, Sylvia sings her Morning Song,
Its rhythm missing my heart,
Deflected in monotone drum beats.
Princes Risborough brings silence.
A chance to ride and breathe the countryside,
Contemplating “Poppies in July”.
These are my words.
© Davy D 2017