The Clarion House
Hand built on a hillside, people’s Pendle palace.
Place for Edwardian evangelists.
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’.