Unwellness In Railway View

Unwellness in Railway View (An Addingham poem) It was not just the flickering ember that lit the way to one’s damp musty bed nor sash cord window panes I remember stamped with willow patterns of frosty shred, but the vile grotesque shadows that followed created on walls of chalk distemper that drove along shivers standing hair on head. Bereft of childhood in those haunting days where tiny feet scurried yet feared to tread on staid stone slabs that lay on earthen floor caused an array of warped winter ailments a Wharfedale river cough a throaty caw. But apparitions they ne’er go away serves up the moment every single day. © Harry J Horsman 2021