Poetry Prompt #1

Today’s poetry prompt is about trains, or just railroads in general. Where do they go, and who, or what, do they carry? Not many passenger trains run today, at least in the United States. In the city, subways are common, but the traditional steam-engine locomotive has mostly passed to the history books. Whether your poem reflects the new or old, feel free to post it in the comments below.

Here’s my take on the prompt:

Clattering, it came–

With hooves of melted steel,

Steam like scalding rain,

And iron-leaded keel.

Whistling, it stopped–

It looked almost alive.

Its weary arms it dropped,

As if pleased to arrive.

Michael Nellis, Copyright 2017