Issue #8

Stockport Connection

Half-way home yet half-away
My bridge half-crossed,
Whilst I pause a while in limbo land.
Inevitable: the six o’clock northbound service
Waits somewhere for me on platform zero.
And whilst I catch my breath
Looking beyond this traveller’s respite
Where the more-or-less Mancunian
Bingo-goers, weighed down by
Mother’s Sunday roast, shout
Anticipation into the night.
Envying their freedom from
This mausoleum club where
Redundant tickets litter the floor.
For some this will be their end of line
But for now I am delayed.

Jessica Shore