Abandoned (Derelict)

Places, Poetry

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

Glass

Home, Industrial, Poetry

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In response to
Glass

I.

Under tremendous heat

Sand melts down

into clear globules

which form into a clear substance

Its clear to see

 

II.

If we didn’t have glass

we would probably be

Living in Caves

(letting the wind in)

 

III.

Magical substance

Liquid then solid

Forming  beaker

Holding drinks

 

IV.

Multiple Uses

from the thermometer

to much simpler kinds

the child’s marbles