rattling red (the slums, the towers)

Another from the current Work in Progress.

but
it was not
all
like that

no

how could it be
when all
was adventure

and the old wooden framed
suburban train
known universally
as red rattlers
took us away

off-peak from st albans
in
to the beating heart
of the city

doors
in a fixed position

open

brave youth
with heads protruding
through sash windows

peering ahead
gamely
full face to the breeze

rapidly retracted
as some part
of the railway infrastructure
flashed by
almost within touching reach

and so
won a round
in the game of chicken

dare

others sat
on the floor
and wedged themselves
into the carriage doorways

a light-headed
journey

with a frisson
of danger
teased
by experienced hands
with a need
to display their bravado

to flinders street
station

and crowded city bustle

green and yellow
w class trams
up collins street
or bourke

to the movies

or the gardens
near carlton

collingwood
or north melbourne

essendon
too far away
and no reason

perhaps
those towers
for public housing
built so close
to the city
were still
suburban slums
not yet demolished

in a promise
of renewal

suburban modification

the old heart
as raw
in its way
as the new west

a simultaneous
forging

certainly
at that time
neither
harbored any contagion

but poverty
and pride
and desire
and . . .

a day
in the city
then

home

~

14 thoughts on “rattling red (the slums, the towers)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.