Shelter in the valley

by Caitlin


One geological groove

Cut through the

Peat bog pennine

tumultuous moods

A holding bay of youth

Crass ciggy smoking vultures

Emerging from the valley


Holed up in Yorkshire

Grit stone terraces

Up on the higher


The refined smooth

Surfaces of stand alone

Farmhouses line the horizon

The angular lines

sing the self important tones

Of the middle class denizens

Resting amongst their

100% Egyptian cotton

chill out zones

One valley

Two hills

A motley of working class


And middle class migrant



A wedding sounds the alarm

Traditional marks made

In the binds of time

Union demanding witnesses

A white startch ceremonious


To be unravelled in public view

Tender bells

Lonely tones

Cascading down the steeps

A society illuminated

Dressed to the nines,

Full trimmings and morning coat

Look! So succinct, Devastatingly neat

The thick air is close

With midges massacring

Ankles, arms and shins

Two worlds stitched close

The bride and groom

Two worlds stitched close

United by costumes

Swirling to popular music

A benign complacency

Keeping the rough smooth

Watch us, watch us, watch them

Marriage and union

How the classes move.