York in Poetry: Stepping into Sun, in London

Posted on 24 November 2012 | Poem

Northern refugee,
fresh to London sun,
yanking scarf
and layers of sweaters, excess shirts, gloves,
to squint at unfamiliar yellow blaze

and wonder, again,
why she doesn’t live HERE.

Same smog as York.
Better transport.
And the heat!! oh,
sun, how she mourns you.

But York:
collection of friend and foe,
bully, yob and poet;
warm sunshine smiles,
shopkeeps known by name;
York: so sticky.
Northern shelter,
small-town politics,
small-town grace.

- Rose Drew