Poem Of The Month - December 2017


Photo credit: City of Sanctuary

This is my poem written in response to train journeys into and out of the wondrous city of Hull in its year as City of Culture… Hull I come to this city mostly by train From across the Wolds and Bridlington Or flat, ditched Lincolnshire, its plain From Leeds to Selby, Brough, Hull Paragon Each journey has its own delight The spires and crossings of each settlement, Or the Humber, a ribbon of slivery light, Its bridge a net, a cobweb battlement. And the place itself, the grey bricked street Victorian pomp and Georgian elegance, This gallery, once the market place of fruit, Where I have found poetic residence. There is hope to be found on the singing rail Into the broad-ribbed belly of the whale.

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