Terraced Houses In The Snow…
(Inspired by Peter Brook’s poem, apparently about Brighouse, West Yorkshire…)
Patchy snow lingers upon a Yorkshire street, deserted and stark,
The folks’ dour homes appear grim-bricked and high
Against a lacklustre sky, its clouds squally and awry,
Whilst a discrepant telegraph pole rises spindly and dark .
Dwellings crowd at angles, chimney stacks lean askew
And a workshop or shed, forbidding and inhospitable,
Lingers in wait, squalid. Yet amid the solemnity so tangible,
A red postbox in a distant wall humanises the otherwise sombre view…
Pete Ray…
14th January 2026…
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