Routemaster rant

I don’t often travel on buses but when I do I often find that they’re smelly, dirty and not at all the pleasant experience they used to be. I can’t wait to get off.

The old routemasters felt warm, safe and welcoming.

This next poem was written for reading aloud.  It’s about when the bus felt more like a friend than just a mode of transport.


My bus is a bright one

a light one

a red one

speeding speed


leafy English lanes

Lights on


bus stop

stop now

People get on

Hand in hand couples

and screaming mums

with screaming babes

hush now

home now


Bus bus

gather speed

take me home


Kissed goodbye

an hour ago


washes windows

like tears


Bus crawls

through the mist

night roads

wet now

slow and careful

warm and snug


red bus

warm bus

Here we are


don’t want to get off

out into the cold

Goodbye bus

safe bus

red bus

You can rest now



© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems

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