Once the driver wound a little handle
The destination names began to roll
Fast-forward in their panel, and everything
Came to life. Passengers
Flocked to the kerb like agitated rooks
Around a rookery, all go
But undecided. At which point the inspector
Who ruled the roost in bus station and bus
Separated and directed everybody
By calling not the names but the route numbers,
And so we scattered as instructed, me
For Route 110, Cookstown via Toome and Magherafelt.
Notes on the PoemHow can simple words on a page manage to create an unmistakable sense of motion and manic activity? Let the deservedly revered Seamus Heaney show us. It seems only right that we reprise this favourite Poem of the Week as we mourn Heaney's passing. Heaney creates momentum in this vibrant segment of the poem "Route 110" with straightforward, active verbs and lively images and metaphors. He combines them with increasingly hectic energy that verges on the comic. Heaney starts to transform a bus trip into an animated adventure with the picture of the driver winding a device for displaying destination names as if the entire scene is being wound up like a toy or clock. The word "fast-forward" catapults everything "to life" serving as both adverb and verb, and moving from old-fashioned winding up with a handle to speeding things up with a button or remote control device. Passengers metamorphose into a frantic gaggle of birds, madly off in all directions - that is, "all go // But undecided" until a transit official intervenes and starts directing traffic. The inspector perhaps introduces a modicum of order by "calling not the names but the route numbers", but the harried rooks/passengers still "scatter", even as they comply "as instructed." Seamus Heaney's narrator, however, remembers both his bus route number and the names of the route stops, as if he is calm and directed, moving forward with purpose amidst the wound-up mayhem.