For the Safety and Comfort of Passengers
A Winter Bus Journey
Shoes placed on the radiator before I left
No longer maintain their heat.
I walk the length of the top deck,
Seeking warmth - downstairs is even colder.
'Heating's on love,' the driver reassures me,
When I complain, his first passenger.
Really? I sit down; try to send a few texts;
Numbed fingers resenting removal of gloves.
Cursing cool sunshine over frosty roofs,
I daydream of warmer climes.
Leaden feet planted on this ice box of a bus,
Don't appreciate the passing landscape
Enveloped in winter glory.
Swans on Askern Lake seem happy
In their frosty world -
You'd think they'd migrate
Like more sensible birds.
A jolly Santa in his sleigh above a pub,
Detracts from sombre scenes of skeletal trees.
An hour-long journey almost over,
The bus no warmer; save hot
Breath and body heat.
There are noxious fumes now,
A few coughs are heard but no complaints.
The lower deck lively with pensioners
Off to do their Christmas shopping
In a bus that should be pensioned off.
© 2015 Stella Kaye