25/02/2026
Newcastle in watercolour! What do you think?
The Column in the Mist
The morning wakes in washes of grey,
Where the stone of the city meets the light of the day.
Old Earl Grey stands, a ghost in the sky,
As the ghosts of the North go wandering by.
The palette is muted, of shadow and grit,
Where the lamps of the evening have only just quit.
A smudge of a figure, a blur of a street,
The rhythm of Newcastle under their feet.
The domes of the market rise up like a prayer,
Through the damp and the salt of the Tyneside air.
A monument tall, a silhouette slim,
While the world down below is hazy and dim.
No sharp, jagged edges, just soft, bleeding ink,
The city is quieter than you might think.
Just a wash of a memory, a moment in time,
In the heart of the North, in a watercolour rhyme.
