
Sunday whirl, got my act together this week!
Oh boy, it’s difficult to have a story line in my head that has little to do with the Sunday whirl words, but I persevered and hope this try doesn’t disappoint.
merge, project, activate, technology, unity, mantra,
smudge, sing, delicious, inquisitive, urge, stellar
In the crush of the people who merge from different corners of London into Victoria Station, a forced unity of technology, the evening exodus on the 19:35 to Haywards Heath, across the aisle from me is a girl with unbelievable hands.
They are pale, which suits her, and graceful and smooth and look like they sing fluent piano, even with thick rings of blue and green and one with silver butterflies fluttering together with every movement, tinkling on the correct fingers.
She slips the rings off in some urge to be free and lays them all on the table in front of her.
The butterfly ring rolls around the table and she stands it up and forgets it, and it rolls over the edge with the curve of the train and tinkles to the floor.
She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind but studies her hands which flit in front of her face now like messenger pigeons; her fingers project forward and fold to her palms in a delicious rhythm influenced by the swooshing of the train.
I watch her hands reflecting in my window although I think she might know because there is nothing past the window but the stellar night, so I wipe at a smudge to guard that I am watching at all.
She checks the articulation of her fingers according to the diagrams open in front of her and continues with her graceful mantra, every sign mirrored, not that I would understand the difference.
As the train stops at Gatwick she picks up her rings and folds the patterns of speech and secrets them into the pocket of her peacoat.
I notice the butterfly ring on the floor as she begins to walk away and bend down on one knee to retrieve it.
“Miss, I think this is yours.” I call out after her, but she doesn’t turn, doesn’t hear.
She steps from the train to the platform of the active station and into her soundproof dark.
She throws one inquisitive look to the window and I, looking back, don’t know what to say.
michellepond
You take beautiful pictures even without your camera.
Veronica
Thank you Michelle 🙂
Stan Ski
Funny how you notice characteristics on trains that you totally ignore on buses…
Veronica
Is that right Stan? I’m bad drive everywhere in Vancouver and mostly everywhere in England too, except to London and back. Then I take the train. 🙂
The Writers Village
wow.
Beautiful images and lyrical lines, and I was carried away by slender fingers in a pianissimo phantasy.
Veronica
Hello Randy, thank you very much for reading it. Off to visit you now. 🙂
brenda w
This is wonderful, Veronica. Your description of her hands is beautiful. My daughter is deaf, her hearing loss is progressive…. but it is likely she would not have heard your narrator, as her hearing aid amplifies the background noise of the train along with the narrator’s voice. I love this piece. Thank you for writing it.
Veronica
Aw, thank you Brenda. I’m glad you got the sense of a hearing impaired girl. Robert read a totally focused biology student studying the muscles of her hands and my daughter Kerstin got the sense that the girl wanted the narrator to have that ring deliberately. Funny how this little piece is read, but I’m so glad people interpret what they like from it. Somehow makes it more meaningful to me. 🙂
Sabra Bowers
Soundproof dark…says a lot. I say her learning sign language, so when I read soundproof dark, it was the perfect description.
Veronica
Thank you Sabra, I’m so glad people are seeing that in the poem. 🙂
Sabra Bowers
Should be “saw” her.
Walt Wojtanik
Well done, Veronica. I like the tale you tell!
Veronica
Thank you Walt, finally got some time to visit you now. 🙂
oldegg
This was truly beautiful. Watching her was probably as good as listening to Gorecki who I love as well! Trains or buses or even in the cafe, people watching is my favorite pastime.
Veronica
Thank you Old. I love people watching too. 🙂
Catherine Llewellyn
Veronica like someone said above – I love how your writing paints a vivid picture – and yet leaves lots of space for each person’s individual imagination – I find you spur my imagination into motion with your words – thank you xx
Veronica
Hi Catherine, thank you so much for reading. I never know about these little free verse poems but Robert sometimes says, “It’s a stonker” and then I know I’ve done a good job and you saying lovely things about the poem is sweet icing on the cake. 🙂
Vee
What a fun exercise and you nailed it. The story unfolded smoothly and held my interest from start to finish.
Veronica
Thank you Vee. It means a lot to me that you took the time to read it with all that you have going on. 🙂
Cheryl's Excellent Adventure
Veronica, I love how you weave a story around and around. It was beautifully told. I love watching people.
Veronica
Thank you Cheryl. I love watching people too. 🙂
veronicabalfourpaul
Beautifully observed. Feels like it really happened. Ithought she was a student of music. I didn’t get that she was deaf! I must read it again. Great use of the words. They ‘merged’.
Veronica
Thank you Veronica. It’s great that everyone gets some little something special from the poem. 🙂 I’ve been so busy but now off to check on you. 🙂