Poem of the North

Fifty years of the Northern Poetry Library

From Canto 3

Second Avenue, Heaton, 1992

Between darkness and darkness, through a gap
in blackout curtains, I watch the washed-out
northern sun as it crawls, like an albino
spider across a gable of bone-white brick –
listen to the pair with nothing to say
to each other, sit on the wall and say
it at length – imagine a world where all
directions matter, not only here, only

north, only you as you drew me: magnet
to my compass; lighted mead-hall to my

sparrow, in its moment out of the night.

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