Writing Rails of Ghost and Bone
That day we were walking through wooded trails, lost but never alone, when we came upon the remains of rails, the tail end of the past clutching the earth with taut iron fist
how could we resist the sudden urge to grip the hammered steel, slumbering on stone, and wait on the day for an oncoming rumble of ghost and bone?
Inspired by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSoAtx60v4E and t.l. sander’s poem “This” and the invocation to play with language and poetry