Among the Pendle Hills February 22nd 2008 by Dave Turner

Tonight, in my rear view mirror,
I caught sight of a black void
Following me around
As the car twisted and turned
Down Pendle's dark country lanes
And over undecorated,
Uninhabited black Lancashire hills.
It tracked me doggedly,
Regardless of whatever speed
The car was travelling,
Never approaching, never receding,
But always there.
There was no threat,
No menace
Except that of persistence and patience.
Even when at last
Sodium illuminated lanes
Rushed eerily towards the mirror's centre,
Geometrically bordered voids
Danced in my forward, backward gaze.

The next day,
Though the mirror was filled with world,
An undercurrent of darkness swirled
Behind rapidly moving images
Waiting for the inevitable.