Workington

… back again… covering short staffing…
Still gritty, grittier.

Last time I was here for work … https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2687428824609587646

There seems to be some magnetism around November and Workington…
https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2639530152983269001
… and before that … https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2246395833010358176

Today it reminded me of Thomas Hardy’s haunting lines echoing the past … ‘call to me, call to me …’ in his poem, The Voice …

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.

Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!

Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.

p.S. early hours poem change for the moment https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/3157236