I have been experimenting with photos and was drawn to these ragged symbols of imperialism. The strange pink that will always remind me of the Olympic symbol of 2012. The old shed tucked away in the corner of the pier. The image I captured by twisting my iPhone resulted in this – odd distortions, a collapse of symbols, a sadness, yet also possessing a gritty determination.
The fire exit is no longer clear
The Tory party blue still shines
(Unfortunately?)
The flags struggle to flutter
But the sun is shining
In September
All is the same as it ever was
But may be irretrievably different
For the arts
The word shard means something different in 2013
It means spontaneous combustion
It means something broken
Hopefully not beyond repair
As in Winchester Cathedral
The Cromwellian damage to the stained glass window
Made good
But never the same again
Carolyn Black 