From Writing Notebook 2021.
In the Purple Evening
on the dark train
whose interior lights illuminate little
but cast giant shadows
in a range from veiling to velvet
she took the first seat
turned her face to the
the reflections of her fellow passengers
embedded in the glass
wavy faces and hollow eyes
merged into her own
12 thoughts on “In the Purple Evening”
Wonderfully atmospheric. I immediately thought of this poem as the starting point for a ghost story set on the Orient Express.
Thank you. Sometimes the ordinary becomes surreal right in front of you.
This is so evocative. I could imagine this scene so well.
Thank you. I was thinking of commuting on the train home at night, and then somehow the ordinary images became kind of dream like, or like a vision or one of those dimensional leaps or whatever, and the whole tone of it changed. Which I enjoyed imagining.
I love when stuff like that happens! 💙
So vivid. I’ve been on that train. (K)
Thank you. I was thinking about riding the train home at night after work as I did for many years, and then somehow the memory/experience took a turn into this sort of dreamlike vision thing, and I had to write it down.
It also happens in buses at night. A problem, because then it’s hard to see when it’s your stop…
Yes. sometimes the same thing with the train, and then the announcement of the station over the loudspeaker is too staticky to understand, and you are asking people around you, where are we? what did they say?
That’s true. Those announcements are usually worthless.
People come to ignore them for all these reasons. Then that is how you get that guy running down the aisle banging each seat with his swinging briefcase as he yells, wait, hold the train, trying to get out having missed seeing his stop and of course the announcement was useless.!
At least with a bus it’s not that far to walk if you miss your stop…
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