Oh my, it’s nearly Christmas. We love our festive traditions and here’s a particular favourite: the Northern Soul Christmas poem by Wendy Pratt, written in response to Paul Hunter’s beautiful photograph.
Time becomes white noise, here.
Nothing moves. A stillness of trees
is woodcut-black against snow,
white as a winter stoat.
Hawthorn becomes horizon;
a fence-line-reflection of nothing
and nothing and we are wintered out,
stepping deeply across, into the sky.
Poem written exclusively for Northern Soul by Wendy Pratt; photo by Paul Hunter, our North Yorkshire Photographer
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To find out more about Paul and his work, click here.