This poem by Gilbert Huntly was originally published on our site in August 2016 with a short introduction by Lasha Darkmoon. (See here.) — Editor JSM
THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN
by Gilbert Huntly
She stepped upon the boarding deck—
My heart leapt to my throat!
And then I knew that I beheld
A lass of worthy note!
Her graceful poise, her comely face
As she scanned the coach’s seats
Did strike a chord of fearful thought
My eyes with hers should meet!
Afraid I was, lest she should see
Discomfort in my poise,
And know I was unsettled then,
Aside from train’s loud noise . . .
She chose a seat across from mine,
There placed her graceful form;
And I knew then that all I’d sworn
Was empty and forlorn!
She looked me in the eye. Her stare,
As cold as Arctic winds can be,
Pierced my sick heart. A black despair
Then froze my bones—and finished me!