dreamin’ of better days
we’ll go to Whitby, rent a
sea-view fisherman’s cottage
stay for the weekend, take a
taxi up to the Abbey
(slow and easy down those steps)
plat du jour, in Church Street, say?
and after? browse jewellers buy
a necklace of Whitby jet
Whitby is 2 hours away. We used to go to Goathland when it was Goathland and not ‘Heartbeat’ country – the big pub down there is where Churchill had his wartime cabinet hidden away. Yep Whitby lives off Dracula these days – it’s Goth paradise. The poem represents a wish to visit with a woman friend (my muse at time of writing) and buy her a small but precious token. I had made 3 or 4 previous stabs at the poem but they were hopeless – lying in a dusty docs file – I resurrected it during a fallow period… Read more »