Hope Brings this Valley Together
Hope is a kind of boundary -
a truce between limestone and grit,
where outcrops and edges pause
and deep cut dales stop and sit.
Where honeycombed potholes scatter,
and old lead works rest in their pit.
Hope brings this valley together
where Derbyshire rock divides,
and Mam Tor's shivering face
and Blue John's glittering mines,
call city folk from near and far
to raise up their hearts, eyes and minds.
Hope is a true kind of knowing
when Derbyshire mists descend,
and Kinder Scout lies shrouded
and Dark Peak's a sinister friend,
that Jacob's Ladder rises still:
and all will be well in the end.
A poem by Leonie Martin 2020
Written in response to Arts Derbyshire's 'Ticket to Hope' project in Autumn 2020 and featured in Helen Mort's collaborative community poem funded by Arts Derbyshire and available to view at youtu.be/S5uTFz0XPpg
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