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York in Poetry: Autumn Evening - Minster Gate

Posted on 24 November 2012 | Poem

Out of sight a penny whistle plays
A lonely song that only shadows hear.
The empty streets are swept by gargoyles’ gaze.

The church bells muffled in the autumn haze,
A sad refrain insistent on the ear.
Out of sight a penny whistle plays.

The melancholy tune weaves winding ways
And calls to one who never will appear.
The empty streets are swept by gargoyles’ gaze.

The darkling evening may no thoughts erase,
A harsh wind warns that winter’s drawing near.
Out of sight a penny whistle plays.

Hard memories no music may erase.
The mist-kissed cobbles glisten like a tear,
The empty streets are swept by gargoyles’ gaze.

Who is the minstrel of these dying days,
Whose lilt laments the loss of one held dear?
Out of sight a penny whistle plays.
The empty streets are swept by gargoyles’ gaze.

- Oz Hardwick