Thursday, 25 September 2014
New poem: Escalator
I got on a down escalator at a station
and I remember thinking it was
a bit strange that I was the only person
on it, I noticed an ad for kiwi fruit. I
was thinking that’s the first time I’ve
ever seen an ad for kiwi fruit on the
walls of the escalator and at that
moment I looked ahead to the part
of the escalator where you get off,
where there’s a big metal plate
that you walk on to, off the end of
But it wasn’t there. There was no
metal plate. There was just a gap.
A dark space.
I had my bag with me. In it was the
dish I had when I was a baby, the one
with a rim round it. And some papers with
stuff that I had written or was going to
write or had forgotten to write. Looking
ahead at the dark space felt like looking
down a corridor, as if I was at school,
the times I was sent out of class and sat
Towards the bottom, I remembered there
was the alarm. I thought for a moment
that I might press it. A bell would ring
very loudly and the escalator would
stop. By the time I had thought this I was
At the bottom I felt myself going over an edge.
I was in mid-air, floating with the bag.
I heard someone shouting.
Then I landed. I landed on someone.
No, I think it was two people.