Two worlds in Scarborough ...

A willowy barista crafted my cappuccino -

Through the window, I saw the high chimneys of the seafront villas -

Wallace rode a wooden trike through the pristine space -

There were photographs of Edith Sitwell -

A vase of austere flowers -

White walls, abstract art -

Yesterday had been a different world -

The harbour alleys, the narrow stairs -

Pub doorways, the music of jukeboxes -

Glimpses of afternoon drinkers -

Tattoo parlours, the Market Vaults -

The man with the beard of a prophet -

The soiled sleeping bag opposite Greggs -

The words of the girl to her lean mad eyed boy -

Don't be long - 

You heard - 

Don't be long -


10.00
Wednesday 8 May 2019

Woodend
Scarborough