Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #394
I Missed My Train
by Belinda Roddie
I missed my train and had to walk ten miles
back home, my breath hanging in spikes around
my head. My skin was as cold as the tiles
in my bathroom. Crispy ice on the ground
crackled beneath my boots. The dead of night
was not a friend to me, and so I crept
down the safest streets I could find. No light
emerged from the houses; my neighbors slept
peacefully - no bad dreams for them, while I
was left to cope with shadows with two heads
clinging to street lamps, letting out a sigh
loud and sad enough to provoke the dead
to final tears. Fear danced inside my brain,
and I wished for a bed inside that train.
by Belinda Roddie
I missed my train and had to walk ten miles
back home, my breath hanging in spikes around
my head. My skin was as cold as the tiles
in my bathroom. Crispy ice on the ground
crackled beneath my boots. The dead of night
was not a friend to me, and so I crept
down the safest streets I could find. No light
emerged from the houses; my neighbors slept
peacefully - no bad dreams for them, while I
was left to cope with shadows with two heads
clinging to street lamps, letting out a sigh
loud and sad enough to provoke the dead
to final tears. Fear danced inside my brain,
and I wished for a bed inside that train.
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