MAKING PHOTOGRAPHS FOR POETRY
POETRY FOR PHOTOGRAPHS
In the morning, like the river, people
Flow down Airedale into Leeds, but when
The day’s graft is over the tired people
Return up Airedale to their homes again
Along the A65 through Kirkstall
Abbey rising above suburban trees,
Visible, only when the tree leaves fall,
To the hurried driver who rarely sees
The abbey and its gatehouse on each side.
A red sandstone skeleton opposite
The museum with a caff inside
Where a sad ex-working man can sit,
Watching his tea grow cold, his job is done,
Not eating, he has no money for a bun.
© TERRY KING
3 and 4 September, 10.00-17.00.
Making photographs for poetry and poetry for photographs.