Tu-dunk, tu-dunk I hear them
steel wheels on iron rails.
Tu-dunk, tu-dunk like a beating heart,
or a ship in the night with flapping sails.
Like precious stars they twinkle
the lights in the windows we pass.
Tu-dunk, tu-dunk goes my journey
out the windows I stare, in second class.
Like scars on Mother Nature’s skin
the tracks cut their paths through the woods.
Tu-dunk, tu-dunk a mere echo
in the night and through dark neighbourhoods.
As twinkling stars grow in numbers
slowly the iron horse halts
My journey is almost over
when into my grandmother’s arms I fall.
As a teenager I frequently traveled by train the 250 kilometers from Stockholm to my grandparents’ home in the town I was born. In one of my old journals from that time I found an un-finished poem about the darkness of the journey and the glimpses of light from the houses we passed. That poem – together with the prompt at d’Verse Poets Pub’s Poetics – inspired this short scribble. Enjoy!