Poem of the North

Fifty years of the Northern Poetry Library

From Canto 1

North Pennines

Layers of green flesh
over the white rock bones
of the fells we are climbing –
battle-worn below storms,
the sheep held in by stones,
grey roads gritty,
our old tongue stirring
in forced absence recalled.

The message of the wind,
safety in rare sunlight,

body and spirit of the land.

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