Trainspotting

I had a vision on a train.

I was by the tracks and there I saw

A woman selling rosemary and time.

There were bluebells among the brambles

And discarded dairy milk chains,

Crinkled and creased.

The foreshadowing clouds descended

And darkness fell upon the valley.

A train shot past,

Infinitely long,

Clunking at the sleepers.