Travelling East

for Auntie Maddy

A roar past the carriage window

Hurries on westwards.

In the silence pursuing,

Two lovers continue

A distant wooing,

Strolling Land’s Endwards.

Against the moving meadow

Two tired blue eyes appear.

They bid me welcome, then inquire

Why are you here?

Soon enough she knew,

Put me in a box, best place, she said,

And shut blue eyes for good.

The lovers trundle out of view

But here against fresh waving trees

Her old eyes journey on. They gaze

From foliaged happier days,

And smile as they were wont to do.

©Terry Hodgson2020