Songs On The Underground

I did not expect that I would take to underground travel as I have but I have.

Indeed I hardly expected to take to public transportation at all.

And whether on the bus (and I dont consider myself “a failure Mrs. Thatcher”) or the train I feel connected to this place.

Fitting for the Underground is truly arterial, spreading its veins sometimes thick but mostly thin across and around the vena cava which is the Thames.


I am not sure what it is about this world below the world of daylight that fascinates.

The stories in the faces here reveal themselves more readily than abovestairs.

And more often than not in verse.

It is little wonder Transport for London ran a successful “Poems of the Underground” series on the walls of the trains’ cars.


I knew my friend Grace would like that.

I hear songs on the Underground too.


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