West Riding Twilight

Some years back a group of us hiked part of the Calderdale Way across the moors from Todmorden to Hebden Bridge. Before reaching Sylvia Plath's grave at Heptonstall, I was struck by the eerie atmosphere as the light left the landscape. This longform piece is an attempt to recapture that feeling... Beneath the earth, beyond the stars, between stations These are divining movements Reveal'd in the light of a buried moon So as to preserve the mystery...