PublicTransport PoeTry – #12



(Cas Meadowfield)

My bags are packed and by the door.

Hugs that put a lump in my throat,

Good-byes, till I can stand no more,

So I hurry to put on my coat.

A familiar bus ride, feels strange today.

A train, platform with people in line.

My seat found. There is no delay,

I’m leaving my roots behind.


Cas Meadowfield writes lots of things; both poems and stories from fantasy to mild horror. Born in Northampton, she now  lives in the North East of England, between Newcastle and Durham. Read more of her work on Authonomy.

About angelikarust

My name is Angelika Rust. I was born in Vienna in 1977. These days, I live in Germany, with my husband, two children, a despotic couple of cats and a hyperactive dog. After having tried almost every possible job from pizza delivery girl to HR consultant, I now make a living knowing English. No, I haven’t yet figured out what I want to be when I grow up, whenever that may be. In the meantime, I write the occasional book.
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