The ghosts and ghouls swish through struts
Made of metal rusted with the homely age
Of Whitby wind and sea salt sting,
A million memories from the days of sailing ships
And ladies, promenading with parasols
Long gone, but apparitions still remain
Underneath the angry, rolling clouds.
Margot Kinberg
I can just imagine how many memories there must be in that place, Rachel. And you capture the atmosphere beautifully. I’d love it if that pier could talk…