Kevin Eaglesfield - Whitby

I want to stand on Church Stairs,
And hold your hand forever,
With St.Mary solid at our backs,
And the abbey square at hers.
I want to flit my eyes like skipping feet
Over red-top tiny crooked houses
Down tiny crooked lanes,
And fancy where The Count drank,
With his heart of Whitby jet.
I want to close my eyes and be the sea,
Hear the chains and motors and shouts
And cock-sure herring gulls,
And feel the harbour arms
With ancient rods and bombing boys,
And Cook and Scoresby's boots
Faintly on the cobbles.
I want to stand and hold your hand,
And breathe it in forever.

Kevin Eaglesfield

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