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Metro Arts

This building is old, it’s architecture
shows, as does the workmanship
The wooden floor of the foyer,
nail heads, pock marked worn timber
The wear marks on the painted
cement floor leading to the staircase
The handrail, old school, steel pipe
covered in hand glide and key scratches
In times gone this would have been
a classy building, but we all age
Coming and current attractions feature
the wall – Drift, Everything is a Distraction
The mural on the foyer ceiling would not
have existed in the heydays of its past
Repurposed, renewed, revitalised and
that’s just the people who work and visit
In daylight, the upstairs wooden floors
give it an Ebenezer Scrooge type feeling
In the night time it rises, breathing it’s own fire,
creating its own ashes to blow into the wind
I sit drinking coffee, listening to the echoes of
lives and art from the past – imagination or real
I listen for the footsteps of performances
to come and hope this building survives


Posted 01/04/2014 by DarKarsean in Musing, poem, poetic, poetry, Uncategorized

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