Tuesday 25 October 2016

Under a Beltane Moon

The rain was belting down under a Beltane Moon, sleet showers on the steep slant to Staithes. The North sea was dancing wild like Nijinsky, Isadora Duncan, with poetry in it's soul, and longing in it's heart. Deep in the cave where hope hid from the politics of the day, came a sound etched on fuzzed guitars, a sliding bass, a heartfelt voice. He hugged the air as if a lover and put the headphones on fast...

Words by Trev Teasdel

Postcard bought in Whitby 1982 from a painting by Kevin Platt

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