Ilkley Moor by writer Kamal Kaan
A MAJESTIC CARPET UNFURLING
GOD’S OWN GARDEN.WE
WERE
HEREHAND IN HAND
CARVED OUR NAMES INTO THIS LAND
4/9/11, X+O
PERFUME OF PURPLE HEATHER
HEARTS TURNED TO FEATHER
HIGH ON SKY.YESTERDAY,
LOVE WAS A ROCK
NOW,
TIME A THIEF THAT COMES
SNEAKING THROUGH BRANCHES-
© Kamal Kaan, 2020. These poems were commissioned in collaboration with Bradford Civic Society and funded by the City of Bradford Council as part of the Response programme.
