Poem of the North

Fifty years of the Northern Poetry Library

From Canto 5

Old railway viaduct, County Durham

Above, each arch weighs skyward,
suspending the land beneath:
the stillness of the river’s flow,
the restless shifting of the trees.
Below, my mind stumbles, falling,
like some inverted vertigo.
Time parts, then joins, flows on around
this mid-stream landmark, standing fast.

Waiting for a revolution
to call it back into the world.

Rising, unstained by industry.

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