Arriva Trains Poems from Maesteg Comprehensive Students


Below are the poems created by Maesteg Comprehensive Students supported by poet Mike Church.

Destination Unknown

The relentless rumble of green cocoon rocked and

Swayed on the taut twisted tracks.

Miserable morning commuters, lulled into a static state

Of pensive thoughts,

Silent stale air hung listlessly as

The menacing, stout guard patrolled.

Coughs and splutters punctuated the void

As bored babies wriggled and fidgeted.

Signals, crossroads and blinkered dark paths:

Undiscovered tunnels and truths.

Every tightly packed person bound on an epic

Journey full of tantalising dreams and realities

In the chaos and confused state of existence

Who and what will ever truly get there, finish, arrive?

Go on, Get on

 Go on, get on that train,

The permanent drone,

The ladybird seats

The constant chugging, a rhythmic beat

Go on, get on that train

Conductors galore,

Confused by machines

Accepting coins with the head of the Queen

Go on, get on that train,

Glare into your paper

Block out all sounds

The journey only costs a mere two pounds.

Go on, get on that train

Stare out of the window

See great, grand, green trees

See desolate fields and various scenes

Go on, get on that train

Receipts lay strewn on the floor

Then you open the door

To arrive in the world once more

By Ewan

Light and Dark

 Decomposing, the valleys

Sufferance evident.

The once coal filled journeys

Forgotten and distant

Unkempt and dark, the haze of

The past no longer casts rays

Of bronzed happiness.

The season now splashes colours of grey

And black

The clouds linger and pass judgement

The carriage arrives shipping us to the

Unseen, unknown.

We pass derelict, deserted, once thriving factories

Where jobs came in plenty

We approach the tunnel for judgement day

Envisaging the other side:

Is there another side?

Will we be left all blinded, all lame?

Deafened by the echo of voices

The rumble of the train,

Past happenings flash in my head,

My mindless mind

The prolonged tunnel

Less intimidating, claustrophobic

My soul replenished, sins forgotten

Left in the tunnel of the past,

Our valley and Maesteg alike

Left in the dark

Yet remember

When in darkness

There is always a chink of light

By Lewis

The Train

Stopping, slowly

Killing speed

The train pulls in

To a hallowed stop

Mindless patterns

Forge the window in ice

Condensing into random forms

Of a godless design

Sudden ebbing of a hurried feeling

Treading through the auto doors

They take their seats and wait

Wait for the oncoming journey

The form of metal starts

And drives along its rusted path

Forbidding branches twisted outwards

Enticing glances of sighted eyes

Macabre they toil

The tree’s arms coil

Grabbing at the ongoing masses

But never with success

Tunnels

Spontaneous passages of darkness

Dry leaves the only reminders

Of life that once blossomed

Clinging to the train

Desperate not to be forgotten

The hidden beauty of an unknown stranger

Longing for warmth

But only finding the cold

In the deepest depths of the carriage

Silhouettes pass over random foliage

As the light streams shadows

Through the icy windows

The light, a mere beacon

In times of turmoil such as these

And hope

Flowers how they try and

Yet they fail to

Blossom in lifeless crevices

Of a merciless train track

Yet they continue

Through the summer

Through the fall

Neither rain nor shine

Shall stop them as they

Struggle towards the sun

Travelling almost over

The end should not be feared

Death itself is a remedy

The blossoming you come to

Through the succession of your growth

The journey holds no fear

Ryan

Travelling Through Time

We used to fuel the Empire

Back when electricity was but a child

And look at us now our situation’s dire

What’s gone wrong and made us fall behind?

In the old days coal was aplenty

Maesteg changing from just farmland

But the coal is running on empty

And the hours flow away like the sand

The trains that once powered our country

Have fallen into disrepair

The mines are but a memory

Replaced like brass bands at a Summer Fair

Along the tracks not much has changed

The vast expanses of wood still stand

A timeless testament to what was exchanged

The carriers of fuel to fuel the land

Rain still hammers on the roof of the train

The continuing noise of the wheels rolls again

Of course the seats won’t feel the same

But memories will never fade

By Jordan

The Train

Stopping, slowly

Killing speed

The train pulls in

To a hallowed stop

Mindless patterns

Forge the window in ice

Condensing into random forms

Of a godless design

Sudden ebbing of a hurried feeling

Treading through the auto doors

They take their seats and wait

Wait for the oncoming journey

The form of metal starts

And drives along its rusted path

Forbidding branches twisted outwards

Enticing glances of sighted eyes

Macabre they toil

The tree’s arms coil

Grabbing at the ongoing masses

But never with success

Tunnels

Spontaneous passages of darkness

Dry leaves the only reminders

Of life that once blossomed

Clinging to the train

Desperate not to be forgotten

The hidden beauty of an unknown stranger

Longing for warmth

But only finding the cold

In the deepest depths of the carriage

Silhouettes pass over random foliage

As the light streams shadows

Through the icy windows

The light, a mere beacon

In times of turmoil such as these

And hope

Flowers how they try and

Yet they fail to

Blossom in lifeless crevices

Of a merciless train track

Yet they continue

Through the summer

Through the fall

Neither rain nor shine

Shall stop them as they

Struggle towards the sun

Travelling almost over

The end should not be feared

Death itself is a remedy

The blossoming you come to

Through the succession of your growth

The journey holds no fear

Ryan

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