Ode to National Express

17.57 to London Kings Cross

Nestled down in the vestibule
Wedged against the fire extinguisher’s nook
I sit and sway

It’s an interesting vantage
Athletic male legs are much of my view
Along with the luggage, baggage of varying size-age

Vestibule 12438 in our temporary transit
3 girls, 2 boys, 3 seated, 2 standing
Suitcase, rucksacks, hold all, handbag and canvas tote

Denied a seat on a £40 ticket
So I jot down while we squat down
It may be Bank Holiday but it’s really not cricket. 

Love poetry

I spotted this image over at estupipedia, which despite not quite understanding the spanish lingo, it's fast becoming one of my favourite sites for inspiration.

Anyway, love the love image, images/fonts in bookshelves is quite a la mode and it also illustrates the Feist lyrics that have been playing on a loop in my brain recently. Perhaps by writing them down I'll exorcise them.

Intuition - Feist
"And you choose, you chose
Poetry over prose"