Can you get a grip?
How heave hand hold heaven?
What wild will works this stone?

Imagine pit workings, railway windings, dangerous employment

Old wood like striated rock

Imagine vast smoking pipes, plants, headgears, piles of timber, girders, red fires in huge black coke ovens, brick and steel

Imagine elevated alleyways, gantries, walkways, coal trucks in soundings. In sky steam from ovens smell sulphur methane coal

Paddle crackletide surf drycrest crinklewash dip feet in scratchdroplet Autumn heaptide

Autumn scaffold sky repair ahead of Winter’s discontent. Warning strikes above tree silhouette.

Tree waited, and waited lost all leaves got rooted to spot but correct bus never arrived.

As if water repellent green leaves bubble rain

Like small pit wheel black iron gate scrolls red brick chimney pots overcast bright lamplight

Imagine fingers of a bony hand reach upwards researching to hold yours see them as branches

Evening spider webbed branch to twig overarch deepened shadow of homes

A witches hat with two eyes staring back

Cloud copy over Darfield powder blue between goldlamplight fine phonewire guidelinepencil