Back to some free form again. This is a place I work in one day a week and
use as an outreach centre. Just thought you'd like to know. It get's quiet
and crepy at times too.
WILDER MOMENTS IN THE OLD ROPE WORKS
Here in the old rope works,
this long, tall building where
in days gone by
it would have been possible
to see from one end to the other,
along thick or thin strands
of hemp and its dust.
I sit in the cold
and only see the four walls
that surround me - though
the brick wall at my back
has a gentle bend I cannot decide
is by accident or design,
expect in wilder moments
something to crash through
in great tangles of ancient rope
that wrap, knot and tie
the bound creature emerging -
know I hear footsteps, a cough;
start to form an image then
realise it's Athos and Mary
at work in the next room along;
though I know there are drums
downstairs in the meeting room,
their silence urgent, their beat
insistent throughout the four
floors of the building where
ghosts of its path still meet.
bw
James
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