Poem of the North

Fifty years of the Northern Poetry Library

From Canto 5

Here

The ghosts have been evicted from the disused mills
whose floors are rattled by different shuttles
conducting sheets plaster-board and clear glass that glints when tilted
Northwards, framing the stuttering narrowboats below.
Bare brick interiors re-point the past towards the future –
rolled steel rulers columnise the spaces
tabulating the profit and loss.
Oh the souls are out and about, down and out

weaving through courtyards and underneath arches
and joining with revellers from all night parties

Permanently within the fabric.

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