Oct 2 2018
Merryn Williams loves anthologies and finds this collection of travel poems to be a good and inspiring example
In Transit: Poems of Travel Edited by Sarah Jackson and Tim Youngs with illustrations by Emma Wright Emma Press ISBN 978-1-910139-94-3 £10
I love anthologies. You can browse in them, pick out the poems you love, follow up the poets you haven’t heard of and, if it’s a themed anthology like this one, marvel at how the same subject can be treated from several angles. The excellent Emma Press has collaborated with the Centre for Travel Writing Studies at Nottingham Trent University to produce this short collection, most of whose contributors are unknown to me.
The editors note with some surprise that there are a great many poems about trains, some about boats and aeroplanes and even about walking, but hardly any about the motor car. I wasn’t at all surprised; trains, especially when they are hurtling through the night, are atmospheric and have a history; people have been coming to this island on boats since the dawn of time and aeroplanes can carry bombs. But it can be depressing to rush along a crowded motorway or sit in a jam looking at the advertisements. Rosie Garland’s ‘Empty Quarter’ cleverly describes a lorry ride on a long Arab road which she finds a welcome change:
stripped of the constant bickering of billboards and their one-upmanship of car, liquor, sportswear, over and over. There are no other drivers to tailgate, overtake, undertake, argue the noisy toss with at red lights; no horns screaming at amber
How much more interesting to be a passenger contemplating the desert and stars.
Another excellent poem, ‘Aboard the Grey Ghost’ by Simon Williams, is written in the voice of a child evacuee crossing the Atlantic and knowing that there are U-boats on the prowl. It ends ambiguously and it resonates in our own century when so many people are entrusting their lives to fragile boats.
And here are boats again, in a perfect short poem, ‘Reading the Water’, by the Canal Laureate, Nancy Campbell. It reminds me of the legend of Moses, a helpless baby launched on a great river, but is actually set in the far north:
Make the boy a kayak from a speckled skin let him hold a paddle strap him safely in take him to the shore point the prow to sea launch him in the shallows and count to three. Out of the darkness seals will rise to gauge their deaths within his eyes. They’ll stare as if he was one of their own and dive back down when you pull him home.
The subjects are highly variable. There is Valentina Tereshkova, the first woman astronaut; there are European settlers naming various parts of New Zealand (which probably have names already, as a matter of fact). Zayneb Allak visits her family in Baghdad between wars and, unlike them, can go back to a place of safety. Nick Littler in ‘The Girls from Maynard’s’, describes a group of randy teenage boys hoping to get off with some girls, who are then shocked to find that one of the girls is ‘alone in bits’, killed by a train. This is a fine little book which may well inspire you to write your own poems about travelling.