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Tunnel Love

Tunnel Love

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

They said that he lived in the tunnel
That burrowed right into the hill,
That once saw a belching funnel
Of sulphur and black clouds spill,
The train on the iron railway
That chuffed its way into the past,
To just leave the eerie tunnel,
Smoke blackened and silent at last.

In closing the barbed wire entrance
To keep all the children at bay,
They’d come to the end, in repentance,
The end of the steam railway,
It lived in the lost generations
In memories lost to the young,
In dreams and in steam in the stations
The old locomotives lived on.

But something lived deep in the tunnel
That hadn’t been there long before,
A product of sulphur and brimstone,
A thing with a terrible roar,
It wandered at night in the meadows,
It tore the throats out of the sheep,
And left pools of blood by the hedgerows,
Returned to the tunnel, to sleep.

The town held a council of elders
The ones who remembered the train,
‘We have to get rid of the monster,
It comes out again and again,’
‘I think that the monster is lonely,’
Said one of them, in a remark,
‘He needs to be soothed to be healthy,
We’ll lure him out into the Park.’

They thought of the spinster called Mary,
A woman not gifted with looks,
In truth she was ugly and hairy,
She buried her head in her books,
‘She’d do very well for a monster,’
They all of them seemed to agree,
And rolled her in lashings of sulphur
And brimstone for her pedigree.

They tied her just outside the entrance
Attached to barbed wire in the fence,
The tunnel grew dark as an ulcer,
Both she and the townsfolk were tense,
The monster came out and he saw her
And made sniffing sounds in the dark,
And Mary had gone in the morning,
Back into the tunnel, not Park.

And now, when the roar of the monster
Is heard, there’s no gutting of sheep,
But merely a purr like a hamster,
That says he is going to sleep,
As a man needs the love of his woman
So a monster has needs to be quelled,
And it seems ugly Mary is happy
To be with the monster from Hell.

David Lewis Paget


© 2016 David Lewis Paget



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Another dark, intriguing tale from your golden pen, David. The ending made me smile. Entertaining - as ever.

Posted 1 Year Ago


there is a purpose and for everything under the sun....or in this case in the darkness of the tunnel...still a monster that can be soothed by a woman even a hairy one must own some heart! You've provided the ultimate match...



Posted 1 Year Ago


I enjoyed this story. I liked Mary.
"As a man needs the love of his woman
So a monster has needs to be quelled,
And it seems ugly Mary is happy
To be with the monster from Hell."
The above lines. Nice ending. Thank you David for sharing the excellent tale.
Coyote



Posted 1 Year Ago


A happiness, found and a happiness deserved well done, good read.

Posted 1 Year Ago


We all find our match as they say in the end. Glad to see some rare happy ending to your unusual story.

Posted 1 Year Ago


'They tied her just outside the entrance .. .. attached to barbed wire in the fence,...' great penultimate verse, this.

Just shows what a little thought and a lot of loving can do!

As ever you told the tale with great respect to meter and more. Plus, there seems to be a lighter hand in the language than sometimes in the past.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Great tale, I loved the ending. So both are just purring now. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Added on September 19, 2016
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Tags: sulphur, monster, locomotives, ugly

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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