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May 2018
The Calder cut a channel
through the ancient stones of Elmet,
sculpting minds of millstone grit
in moorland weavers' kin.

Poetry coursed his veins.
Clotted domestric pain
flooded his synapse.
His shrouded fame collapsed.
Ted Hughes sometime poet laureate
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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