poet. writer. imposter.
I’m fascinated by Ravenscar, ‘The Town That Never Was.’ It was meant to be built on the cliffs just south of Whitby and Robin Hoods Bay to capitalise on the rise of seaside holidays in the early years of the 20th Century. Owing to a number of reasons, including financial mismanagement, the building never took place, although part of the infrastructure can still be seen: kerbstones, suggestions of roads, etc. This poem speculates on some of the events that should have happened. Ravenscar is haunted by a history it never had.