Mouth of the Tyne by Jerome Hanratty (1930-2013) A hard grey day, haloed with fret;Soiled towers poke from broken walls and bitter grass,Merge with the sky, matching its colour.Smashed bricks lie scattered: the terminal moraineOf masonry, or nunataks from times whenHere were streets. On such a morning –Hands that chop fsh must still persist;Rime and … Continue reading Mouth of the Tyne