The 5.15

A scribble from my notebook (the aquamarine one), An attempt at Haiku, which turned into something else – hope you like the read.

The 5.15

By Brian F Kirkham

 

She sits on the bench

Awaiting the arrival

of the 5.15

 

Last train for Matlock,

Left in a swift moment

So she sits and waits

 

Cinders Abandoned,

No Prince Charming by platform

To cover from rain

 

Looking Left and Right

Appearance of a Knight

Arriving on time

 

Perhaps it was fate

That Drew her eyes not to wait

To make move, Check – Mate ?