Paul Brookes is celebrating Yorkshire Day by publishing works inspired by Yorkshireness. You see them here.
Painting by Julian Onderdonck.
The slanted light of memory
In the hiss of the breeze in the poplars,
where the shadows grow hot and pale,
in the cry of the red kites out hunting,
as they glide through a brazen sky,
in the warbler’s lament for the spring green,
lost in this brittle dust,
I think I hear bright streams running,
though this clay is baked and dry.
I hear the voices of starlight,
across the years and the miles,
and remember the taste of the morning rain
and puddle-splash, cold hands, the snow,
the red-raw bite of the east wind,
and summers of swallow-soft days.
It’s the song of the north, I remember,
distant but always the same,
unchanging, like light on those far hills
where stones graze, the cow with her calf.