Staffordshire Pie
Begin with a kingdom called Mercia.
Knead in a warrior princess -
twist the gold braid of her gown
into three loops to form a knot
that binds you to your borders.
Stretch moorlands across limestone valleys
called Dove, Churnet and Trent,
form pockets of sandstone through the centre
to house hermits and hold forest roots.
To prepare your filling
chop lush green land
into pastures, orchards and vineyards -
add a pinch of precious wildlife.
Stir in just enough market towns and spired cities
to ensure you can still taste their flavours,
spread the efforts of industrialists,
miners, brewers and bakers
across steam-filled skies
drizzle lakes, rivers and canals
in thin blue lines linking
north to south, east to west,
then bake sun-kissed ideas from
writers, musicians and artists
until there are burnt umber horizons.
Invite strangers to your table to share your feast,
promise they will find someone they know,
and that you will be serving your favourite Staffordshire Pie.