coda - hebden bridge
Opposite the Shoulder of Mutton
the pedestrian zone and
moss tiled rooves of
Hebden Bridge
I make my strong Americano last.
A man who looks like Dr Kildare
leaves the coffee shop.
Two hours to kill
until my train to Leeds.
Pelargoniums in window boxes falter.
Pigeons roof huddling, couples shopping,
Grannies pramming it.
Early morning Hebden hustle.
Am I the only one alone in Hebden Bridge?
Hot chocolate comfort opposite
the Lamp Room.
Hanging baskets dangle as
I sit, obedient for my noon train.
Husbands wait, wives in the Ladies.
Fearing losing my connection
get the earlier train.
The sun comes out
as I leave Hebden Bridge.
Elaine Booth
Mon 15th Nov 2010 20:13
And how sorry I was not to be there with you all! Ah, well, next time I hope. Thanks for the poem - it is a little piece of that adventure for us to share with you.