Poem of the North

Fifty years of the Northern Poetry Library

From Canto 2

Whitby

I told them I saw you walking last night
and because I didn’t need to mention
your fear of heights I told them
you stood at the edge of the pier
and because I didn’t need to mention
your fear of water I told them I watched you
hire a fishing boat and head out to sea,
and because I didn’t need to mention

your lack of religion I told them
you were like god looking down on us,

pulling all the strings.

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