WUTHERING HEIGHTS
A 21st century perspective of a town on the Yorkshire Moors.
© David Milligan-Croft
This old mill town
With its rickety fences
And drystone walls;
Neon facades
Sparkling off wet cobbles.
Everything’s broken and wet,
Held together by chicken wire
And nylon string.
Plastic shopping bags
Teased on barbed wire,
Raped by the wind.
Pylons and turbines bolted on
To an unwilling landscape,
Like sentinels over the vanquished.