Scattered through the ragtaggle underbrush starting to show green shoots lie the dark remains of rail sleepers napping now beside the rusted-out wreck of a Chevy that was once sky-blue and now is nothing but shattered panels and anonymous bits of engine in the ditch by a path that was once a railway line cut between small hills whose silence hasn't been broken by the rattle and lonesome-blown whistle of a train for fifty years and whose air hasn't filled for ages with my childhood's smell (set by Seapoint on the coastal line) of coal smoke and hot steam puffed up in great cloud-breaths out of a black-sooted chimney.
Copyright © 2011 by Eamon Grennan. Used with permission of the author.
A Dublin native, Eamon Grennan is the author of several poetry collections, including Still Life with Waterfall, which was awarded the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize.
Date Published: 2011-11-22
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/memento