Friday, 30 January 2015

HOLMFIRTH: A WINTRY MORNING...

Holmfirth: A Wintry Morning…

Morning ‘bus halts to
Suck in huddling commuters,
Then drives on.
Local stores lurk to
Prey on dawdling customers
But instead, snow drives in,
Thickening, then whitening
The jumble, the cluster
Of Holmfirth’s glum stone;
But the River Holme thrashes
Defiance, plunges and rushes
In its hurry to reach the Colne,
Hissing with all the fuss it can muster…

Mourning chimneys, bolt straight,
Stack in jutting redundancy,
As, high above,
Winter trees mock in lines,
A sweep’s brushes, a discrepancy.
Yet indeed, snow flurries through,
Thickening, then lightening
The pile, the muster
Of Holmfirth’s glowering stone;
But the River Holme crashes
Belligerence, lunges and pushes
In its scurry to join the Colne,
Cussing with its eddies, tossed in a cluster…

Awry, sombre, dislocated pixels,

Like sepia kaleidoscope beads,
The irreverent pieces of an austere wall,
Speak of unsettled souls, with no leads;
The snug church tower’s façade
With its blackened scars of death and flood,
Contrast with its pallid clock-face,
As inevitable chilled hands throb like spilled blood…

Pete Ray

January 2015




Being in Holmfirth, South Yorkshire, Thursday 30th January.
This was the view from my window in the Old Bridge Inn and Coffee House…







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