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The North Is

  • Writer: Richard Carl Mather (Lancaster, England)
    Richard Carl Mather (Lancaster, England)
  • Mar 31
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 1


Pigeons flying over York Minster, north of England















The North Is


by Richard Carl Mather


Rain strikes terraces stacked in brown brick  

And wind blows through the underpass.  

 

Two fat-breasted pigeons  

Fly over York Minster; a single seagull  

Squats in Speke.  

 

I’m out there burying neolithic arrowheads  

On Karsey Moor & freshwater shrimping  

 

In the Irwell, or I’m cruising  

Upriver, crazy as a Lune & sauntering  

A Sunday  

 

Through Morecambe Bay, my bat-black cape  

Flapping all the way to Whitby Abbey.  

 

Of note is tonight’s  

Full frost moon suspended over Manchester —  

Little Manhattan.  

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