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The North Is

  • Writer: Richard Carl Mather (Lancaster, England)
    Richard Carl Mather (Lancaster, England)
  • 4 days ago
  • 1 min read

Updated: 3 days ago


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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