L.I.P
As I made my way home from a Poetry Open Mic night, I drove past the ruins of Leeds International Pool and I suddenly felt moved to write a poem about it.
Built in ‘67, the pool was 1 inch too short to be of Olympic standard, and thus, never held any meaningful competitions. It fell into disrepair in 07, eventually being demolished in ‘09… The rest, as they say, is a poem… Hope you enjoy it M
we all have a purpose
a direction, a calling
but you never found yours
perhaps one day you will
you appeared, clean, new,
born unto a city
with promise to fulfill
perhaps one day you will
although you were used, talked to
you were never invited to the parties
“I can change, i can do it” you thought,
perhaps one day you will
Your foundations, laden with sadness
Bore the weight of your mistakes
Your frustration, your angst, fit to burst
Perhaps one day you will
You were made for glory
To bring joy, attainment, victory
You didn’t do that here
Perhaps one day you will
As we shake your remains from our soles
And remember to forget you
I hope you find peace at last
Perhaps one day you will
Comments
mikefunkmc
yeh…and the more I read into it, the more fascinating the whole debacle becomes..
Danke schon for the welcome, good to be here…
...and, I believe, it’s a stanza
Matt Jones
I had no idea the pool was an inch short of Olympic size! Someone must’ve been fired for that little boo boo.
Real nice poem. I like that every verse (is it a verse in a poem?) ends with “perhaps one day you will” even though we know now that it has been completely demolished.
Welcome to the Creative Arts by the way!