It’s like a melting pot and the mixture of ingredients is diverse…
You have business men, suit and tie, the little girl on the hand of her mom with ice cream in the corners of her mouth– Over there a cool 16 year old with green hair and leather jacket, nose pierced.
There’s the old man with the wrinkled face and worn down shoes and a guy with sparkling eyes who preaches the Lord in spanish.
And did you see the musician in the corner and the homeless man-? they all breathe, fill their lungs with underground air, enter, exit– doors slide– and somehow, it’s magic–
I’ve been riding the London tube with its wooden steps going down and down and down and the electronic voice that tells you to please mind the gap, and I stood squished in the Paris Metro at rush hour between sweating bodies, unable to move– i wish i had already written poetry back then.
And then of course I rode the subway in New York City, where deep down, close to her heart my poem and the idea for this prompt were born.
So let’s have some fun and write subway poems today–
Make us see the people, let us feel the rails vibrate, breathe the moldy air and together enter those veins, that for me embody a big part of city magic
Here’s how it works…
- Write your poem
- Post it on your blog
- Click the Mr. Linky button below, and in the new window that opens up input your name and direct url of the poem
- Visit others who have taken the challenge
- have fun!