The Clarion House

Hand built on a hillside, people’s Pendle palace.

Place for Edwardian evangelists.

Shuttered stronghold.

Reticent revolutionaries.

Local liberals and a Socialist choral choir,

whose crescendo makes Clitheroe club cyclists cleats clink,

as they dance on wooden table tops and tile floor.

Night Jays jig in a tempest of temperance and

Marston Moor mercenaries march to the beat of a Burnley barbershop quartet

singing ‘Here Comes the Sun’.

© swissterrace 2021
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Bhi

You have packed so much into this and the final line is brilliant.

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