Abandoned Trestle

Seattle, Lake Shore
and Eastern Railway
1885- 1896
Snoqualmie Falls
Abandoned Trestle
Seattle, Washington
photo by John Johnson

My eyes linger on
Vintage remnants
Once born against a
Threadbare mountain.

Refurbished land, splintered green
An abandoned trestle
Lies on sutured ground,
Ingrained by parallel seams.

Her aged black skin
Perspiring beneath a creosote sun
Is paused
For a train never sounding
Her intoned whistle.

A sloping north hemisphere
Bestowing icy Snowqualmie Falls,
White spittle dredged my skin.

3WW words are in bold.

1 comment:

Naquillity said...

paisley said...

what a beautiful use you found for the 3ww words.. i missed playing that this week....

Friday, November 23, 2007
Blogger keith hillman said...

I'm so glad you visited my site - cos it brought me here! What a beautiful verse.

You asked where to find the rest of my story. If you go to

you'll find it there!

Saturday, November 24, 2007
Blogger TC said...

Snoqualmie is so pretty. Nicely done.

Glad to see you back :)

Monday, November 26, 2007
Anonymous UL said...

Thank you Michelle, loved this one too, even though late, you have created one great.. thanks.

Thursday, November 29, 2007
Anonymous Christine said...

The loneliness of the trestle, forgotten in the moutains. This reminds my of the lone chimney from the Monday Mural (which I'm still mulling over).

Nice poem.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

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