Surveying the Marsden Poetry Trail

Marsden Poetry Trail walk

I had a walk around the Marsden poetry trail, that I previously devised and shared on this blog, alongside poet David Coldwell.

See the original Marsden Poetry trail post here and the Viewranger file for the trail here .

I recently added to some of the waymarkers to the Viewranger file to give more (poetic) detail to the 9.4 miles.

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Snatching words on the Marsden poetry trail

March Hill Marsden Moors hike Hiking Yorkshire Walking rambling

I set out last Saturday with friends Jenny, Karl and Taru, after the Hare surveying training, to walk the Marsden poetry trail that I put together last year.

Taru and Jenny had wanted to do the ten mile circular that navigates Pule Hill, Close Moss and March Hill. The weather looked like it would be pretty good to us. Although good in Marsden is relative: ‘fresh’ or ‘blowy’ would be kind euphemisms.

But as Simon Armitage says in ‘Snow’ (a great piece and a stop along the trail) : ‘We should make the most of the light”. That’s a pointer to the poet’s birthplace and conditioning right there.

The poems that we took turns reading out at each ‘waymarker’ (yes, I sprang that on them) were frequently snatched from mouth and hand.

And the winds crashing against the industrial cliffs of Pule Hill quarry knocked Taru and Jenny over at one point. Then threatened to snatch at least one of the three hounds off and away into neighbouring Lancashire.

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A Marsden Poetry Trail

Poetry Trail Marsden Millstone Edge Dinner Stone

I’ll start with a disclaimer: this Marsden Poetry Trail isn’t the poetry trail that begins at ‘Snow’ – the quarry-chiselled poem by Simon Armitage – then wends its way across to Ilkley. Although Snow does feature in this here trail.

This is a Marsden poetry trail (9.5 miles) of my own noodling. It’s ‘a’ poetry trail, I claim no definitive ‘the’ – and was devised as a bit of a hello to a murmur of poets who started following the blog after a kind reblog from poet David Coldwell. (I wasn’t sure of the collective noun for poets – take your pick from here : http://cordite.org.au/newsblog/a-collective-noun-for-poets/)

Discovering I had poets as a section of my followers (*waves* , as we say in internet world) kickstarted the idea for a themed walk. And actually meant a fair bit of enjoyable desk-research before I got my boots on. I’ve learnt a lot, sat here on my bum, over a couple of evenings and thanks again to David for catalysing that.

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Poetry on Pule Hill – the Stanza Stones trail

A sky sodden with grim intentions. The grass-blasted upward sweep fuelled by white noise. You pulling ahead, like you always do, snout down. And the whole time – the static pop pop pop of rain on my hood. Filling my ears. Oh aye, poetry in motion (mine and Brodie’s, heading uphill). Actually,  really bad poetry, I know. But I … Keep reading >