Coda
By Steph Bradley 15th February 2012
And the river flows through the city, sparkling in the sunlight, reflecting the colours of the large iron long boats moored at her edge. Here a pause, to take in the beauty of the moment, and swans glide past glancing hopefully up in case food should tumble from bystanders’ hands.
Families now live in these giant hulks of a bygone age; a warm coveting sensation arises for the cosy nests they have created here from the most incongruous of shelters. Candle lit dinner is being prepared in this one, whilst from that other a couple lock their front door and load up their toddler into the car.
This then the recycling, reusing, reclaiming of harsh industrial products – redeemed by the very real human need of homemaking. Large solid shelters, rooms imagined, with width and spaciousness…who would ever have thought it… des. res. from the dying remains of unfeeling times.
A pause, and a full moon rises as the dusk falls. Calm, peaceful, eventide.
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