Wind and thunder –
Approaching train.
I shrink,
flatten to railings
caught
despite the platform width.
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My bag twitches –
I whirl to look.
Two eyes,
smiling to mine
hold
the briefest of squeezes.
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I performed this poem at the 2019 Brighton and Hove Poetry Festival and won 3rd prize, of approximately 600 entries. Thanks to Brighton & Hove Arts Council for running the event and the competition. Read more about the Poetry Festival here.
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