Rain at Cardiff Central

by The Night Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Rain follows us beneath the roof at Cardiff Central, shining on coats and platform signs. A suitcase wheel repeats one loose syllable. Announcements open in Welsh, then turn the same journey into English. Nobody pauses for the translation. We are watching the board, waiting for one city name to become a time, a platform, a way home.
57 words · 13 lines · Free Verse
WalesCardifftravelauditory imageryrepetitionmetaphorfree-verse

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