Millay, Edna St Vincent (1892-1950)
An American poet, Edna St Vincent Millay is known for some of the most beautiful form poetry written in the twentieth century. Here I have used her poem Travel as my prompt.
Rail stations, likewise harbours and piers,
small, throbbing boats moored at the bank,
the last of the contrail as the jet disappears,
and taxiways that sleepy blue lights flank;
the din of departures, and of packing up;
the sound of small wheels on aerobridge floors -
the sparking of this sudden, explosive love
for the roads, and ruins, and open outdoors.
I too am warm within the Jericho walls
of homes and hearts, unresisting thresholds;
but every whistle, all departure calls,
the blare of foghorn ferries in the cold
flatten them and feet vault onto the courtyardwhen the express passes, or a jet is heard.
Every time I pass a railway station, an airport or a long distance bus terminus, I always have a moment of insanity when I just want to drop everything and hop on. Not exactly practical. Do you like to plan your holidays well in advance? Or do you leave it till the last minute and take a chance?
Posted for the A-Z Challenge 2015