So last Tuesday, at the request of a very good friend I Vlogged - that is Video Blogged - my trip to Nelson for University last week. then, remembering that I needed a blog post, decided to write a very long 'journey/diary' poem. Hopefully, if I've done this correctly, the two should correlate.
Vlog - For those that are curious. I apologize for the poor quality. I filmed on my phone, not the smartest idea in hindsight.
Vlog: 10.5.16
Come on in, let's go for a ride.
Up before the crack of dawn,
Sneaking down the stairs,
The quiet click of the door
The roar of the engine
Screaming down the motorways
Stuck behind Trucks
Country blaring on the radio
Frost Dancing on the window panes.
Reaching the airport,
Wide awake as the sun slumbers on
Shh... the airport is silent
Transmitting functions switch off
Take off,
The sun rising through the windows
Clouds like the wild ocean below
Country music ringing over the engines roar.
White-knuckled hands on armrests
I still don’t like flying
The view is worth it
The golden-pink tinge to the sky out my window
School work,
Arguing with a tree,
A lyrical essay
At 18 000 ft in the air
Watching the world below.
A day's car ride,
In 1.5 hours.
Could this be a song?
Shaking metal can,
Breeze from the east
Nudging us off course
It’ll be raining when I land,
Cold and wet and dreary
And I have to walk.
Surprise! The sun she shines.
Hidden beneath clouds
Filled to the brim with tears
Held back for now.
The cold air bites into my skin,
Numb fingers cold like ice
Seeking refuge in warm cafes
The heavenly scent of coffee.
Breakfast time,
The eggs are runny,
Leaking over the bacon and bread.
Warming me from the inside out.
Back into the cold air,
Searching for another layer
More clothes to keep me warm.
A warm shield against the cold.
My new hoodie is warm
Insides fluffy, as yet unwashed
It’s a man’s shirt,
Swallowing my womanly figure.
It’s Unfair,
The selection in the men's,
Outweighing the few pieces in the women's.
The men's are comfier anyway.
Walking back to Uni,
Taking the path less travelled.
I meet only one other on the journey
Seeking out the refuge of the library.
My normal spot has been stolen!
Filled with others who sought out the sun
The opportunity to explore
Settling in behind rows of books.
Motivation lacking
Procrastination found in abundance
It’s hard to focus,
With the world at your fingertips.
Boredom has me on the move
The quiet too much for my restless soul
Legs aching from being still too long.
Endless energy constrained by rules
A mountain of stairs
Stretching to the heavens
Or the third floor,
Where my classroom awaits.
It’s not long until I am joined,
Small talk as we wait.
Catching up with people we haven’t seen
It's been a week.
Our tutor arrives,
The class is underway.
Learning all we can
Before we are left to our own devices.
Break Time,
Coffee Time,
There is only one place to go
Starbucks.
The people are friendly,
Drawing pictures on the cup,
Making drinks to request
Competing at attempting to draw a flower.
Feels like I’m talking to myself
Getting strange looks
Directing words at a phone in the air
Dreading the editing awaiting at the end.
Back to class,
Killing Time,
Eyes on the time
I can’t be late.
Sneaking out as a video plays
Class is going overtime
But I cannot stay,
The Taxi awaits.
It’s dark as we travel,
Discussing names and books
Taxi drivers love to talk
As we battle traffic, racing to the airport.
Made it,
Checking the departure board
Everything is running smoothly.
Now to wait,
Airplane is boarding,
People squished together,
The plane is small,
The turbulence is felt by all.
Shaking with the high-powered wind.
Rocked to and fro,
Keeping my mind off it
Listening to calming music
I hate flying
I’d rather take a car,
Travel for weeks via a boat
Than take to the skies.
White knuckles on the armrest
Tapping on a little phone screen
Have to keep occupied,
Trust people, I have never met
The city lights are blinding beneath us,
Circling the airport to get in position,
Landing gear clicking out beneath my feet
Going in for the landing
Arrived, Safe, Once more,
Messaging with friends
Waiting to disembark.
Thinking about acquiring food.
There is only one place
Between the airport and the motorway
Kentucky Fried Chicken
A meal easily eaten while driving.
Still hungry,
Mcdonald's is packed.
I am exhausted.
Finally, my number is called.
The road beneath my tires,
Weaving in and out of slow traffic,
Mistakenly camped in the fast lane.
Ready for Bed.
Home, Safe,
Locked out,
Key nowhere in sight
A phone call to the only person awake.
Inside,
In Bed,
Asleep,
Finally.
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