Tea: by Scott Hukins

Haunting snapshots of sights that are quintessentially Yorkshire, revealing a landscape that ain’t too grim up north.

Photograph

These faces of the people

You swear you want to keep,

May melt in fiery photographs,

the blood from them will seep.

But look upon those who remain,

The faces who still smile,

Still there is the cloud and rain,

Which will linger for a while.

But when the bond shines through,

Separating wind from rain,

The photographs will smile again

And scars replace the pain.

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by Hollie Gillatt

Holsinki, Art Historian and Support Worker.