Thursday Lunchtime, Baildon Station

 

(i) Arrival

Baildon:

It's a one platform kind of town.

It only needs one.

Baildon has nothing to prove.

Naughty neighbouring Shipley,

it needs its five platforms

to accommodate all the poor souls

who want to flee,

or so the average

Baildonian believes.

Possibly.

(ii) Departure

Blistered and rusty

red metal benches.

So many different

kinds of red

on which to rest

one's lower cheeks.

A tannoy announcement:

"Face coverings

must be worn at all times".

Are the FOBS

(Friends of Baildon Station)

empowered to issue fines?

Discarded train tickets

with their orange borders

and tiny green type,

swimming before mine eyes:

National Rail National Rail

Rational Nail National Fail

National Irrational

Oh What the Bloody Hell?

B.R. 08.04.2021

Pictures by BR