Trams in the distance

The noise, just enough to resonate within my brain,
then it’s gone

I don’t think about the tram until the sound repeats
seven minutes or even nine later
rumbling, clanging, scraping
familiar and comforting

The background noise
it comes and goes, a wave of consolation
portraying a world beyond
my window panes

I’m transported to the daily lives of suburban people
who move like ants across the metropolis
school kids with overstuffed backpacks
and exaggerated actions

Business men and women
neat and suited, to display their serious intent
older people, a day out, an appointment
not hurried but watching

Factory workers whose eyes hold no interest for anything but home
tired, they carry the daily shop in plastic bags
young people on I-phones, slouch at angles in their seats
jerkily they rise and they are off

The noise, just enough to resonate within my brain,
then it’s gone


About Heathermargaret

I'm a writer and the author of Finding Eliza, 2018. I'm currently working on my second novel.
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5 Responses to Trams in the distance

  1. I haven’t seen you write much prose. Such visuality in your words. I was there.

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  2. Maureen says:

    Trams…a lovely, warm feeling from this read. Those different characters moving to the same drum yet separate as we are – I recognise them all, and here they are, beautifully bound together. Nice one Heather.

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  3. I know the exhilaration of just catching that tram because 9 mins is just too long to wait to get home. They have a jolliness about them or they used to when I sat in the middle section with the wind and the date palms flicking by. Thanks for the memories.

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