Arrgh! Run out of emergency haiku! As I’ve been in York today for a symposium and storytelling festival. One session this afternoon was on urban mapping, narratives of place, challenging gentrification narratives. (All useful, all relevant to Rochdale.) I’m going to cheat again though with another tanka. (Tomorrow: a lie in!) I’ll do today’s prompt tomorrow (Shakespeare’s birthday & all necessitates another sonnet).
The nodes of a place
face towards the blue river;
flow of time, of life.
Bridges of marble, wood, bronze
you can walk across alone.