Poetry in motion

My friend P  suggested we do a poem game, using the same list of randomly generated words.  This is what I wrote from the train, en route from Bath to Brixham.. Since I couldn't take reasonable pictures, it was nice to have words to play with.



The words are:
Copper, explain, ill-fated, truck, neat, unite, branch, educated tenuous, hum, decisive, notice

En route

Golden green fields slide past,
Dotted with honey-white bits of wool,
Severed neatly by hedges, rough and decisive.
They stitch the grass-carpeted pastures together,
Holding them like so many crazy patchworks in a rumpled quilt.

No mountains loom here,
No tumbling brown burns
Dance towards larger stages.
The waters have been tamed and educated,
Schooled and pooled to reflect ancient tree branches,
Tenuous and wavering,
Upside down and magical.

Train wheels hum,
Not the traditional clackety-clang-clack-clack,
But a rumbling and a whine, united.
This is a modern carriage, with modern sounds.

A truck, rusting and abandoned with its ill-fated fellows,
Glows in the tip, flashing in the window.
Strong, ruined and industrial,
It attracts scant notice.
Eyes slide past,
Seeking again that tame golden green,
No need to explain why.

The ball of copper slides behind grey cotton batting.
It turns the edges a white lemon-yellow
And the green quilted fields match the grey quilted sky.
The blue black rectangles reflect inward,
Abandoning the greying landscape
As the train slows into a final stop.