Helen’s workshop (a
feeling and a place) - describe it without using the word vulnerable or similar
words.
Writers weekend, September 14 – 16, 2012
The Vulnerable
Railway Station
Cracks
in a concrete platform,
lines of wooden benches
empty, decaying.
Overhanging trees
shadow rusty train tracks
down to a distant sea.
The old Railway house
a crumbling ruin,
graffiti scars the walls,
empty wine bottles whirl
wind- blown litter
clogging the gutters.
Autumn leaves
curl crooked corners
fading.
A place
lost in time,
open only to the elements
and the ravages
of another winter.
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