Poem of the week – No 43 by James Nash

some things matterThis week we are celebrating on of our local poets James Nash. James lives in Leeds and runs creative writing workshops in schools, universities and the community. James is also a brilliant host for literary events and has hosted events for in Leeds Libraries as well as literature festivals such as Ilkley and Wakefield. This sonnet is taken from his collection; Some Things Matter: 63 Sonnets.


The train creeps across Yorkshire into moors,

Small mountains where stone cottages have grown

And spread along the ridge and valley floors

Like rock outcroppings amongst the green.

I sit there watching mills and chimneys pass,

The towns and villages long built on wool,

High summer, and I see how green the grass

Is before it browns, and how the trees are full.

The promise is at it’s highest and yet,

This holds the seeds of death and decay,

I search my heart and find no regret

As outside the sun glitters on the day.

Sixty-three summers I’ve seen and go,

This mimic birth ad death is what I know.

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