Back seat
During a poetry masterclass week I was asked to write a poem about a journey. At first I thought of a major event, like a holiday, but then I wondered if I could make more of a mundane journey more interesting. I chose a trip that holds special significance to me and wrote about that. This is dedicated to wonderful Lou. I hope it makes you all smile, Luc
I know it’ll only take a while
Twenty minutes, nothing at all really
Twenty minutes, nothing at all really
With her with me I’m always safe
but not completely, not yet
but not completely, not yet
Those I’m looking for are those I love,
those who give me peace
those who give me peace
Happiness – I’ll find it at the end,
I hope, I wish
I hope, I wish
And the traffic drones miles away,
so remote from thoughts and feelings,
from the radio-forced wonderings
of my mind, and the building excitement
so remote from thoughts and feelings,
from the radio-forced wonderings
of my mind, and the building excitement
But only when we park up on the familiar concrete drive,
and the front door opens,
and I see the cherished, over-photographed
faces, does a smile pull up the corners of my lips
and the front door opens,
and I see the cherished, over-photographed
faces, does a smile pull up the corners of my lips
Lucy Webster 