Big black boots
Black frock coats
Frightening looking folks
White faces painted
Not for the faint hearted
At the alter of Bram Stoker
Skulking in a dim dark corner
Vampires for the day
Victoriana at play
Sinister yet serene
A nod to what has been
Transformed into Goth City
The seaside resort of Whitby.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday we went to Whitby, not realising it was Goth weekend. There was a great atmosphere in the town.
- Category: Reflection
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Nice poem. Goth or not, it sounds like you had a great time.
Yes it was quite a surprise. May even get involved next year!!
Very good write, those steam punkers always seem to have a great time.
Whitby is a wonderful place, we had my best fish 'n' chips ever there. The fish was too big for the plate, but I managed but the even stranger thing is I remember the price. This was back in the eighties and the cost was "Fish, chips, mushy peas, slice of bread and butter, cup of tea - £3.50."
Wow. That was good value. We went to the famous Magpie Cafe. It was £32 for the two of us for exactly the same. Very good though. Thanks.
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