Condemned prose poem

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Once you witnessed smiles on lovers, heard laughter,
the running of feet up and down your sturdy boards.
Fisherman cast an anxious rod over your side in anticipation
of the beautiful bounty that swam in your shadow.
Music from ferris wheels, street organs and brass bands
once played to entice children to dance and be merry.

The feet of many marching on your varnished boards, polished and
glowing in the evening sunlight, golden and warm.
Aroma of candy floss, toffee apples, hot chestnuts mingled with
the salty air creating memories to hold all summer long.
Promises to return next year, to tell all that they know of the beauty,
excitement and joy that you, and you alone behold.

The winter was harsh, no feet trample your boards while the sea,
the wind and the rain make you treacherous.
People rush by, coats and hats pulled tight, eyes no longer seeing,
ears no longer hearing and feet scurrying by.
New aromas mingle with the salty air, that of cold, of misery, of death
no longer memories to keep of summers past.

Alone you stand, alone you creak and rock as the harsh winter
wind and cold driving rain batter you.
Alone you stand, watching the people running by, not seeing, not looking
not hearing your cries of despair.
Alone you stand, as the lock is fastened and the sign is set at your
base – Alone you stand – Condemned.

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Tara Davison

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Photographer & Poet - for fun. Mother to three - for real. Owned by a 10 year old 'puppy' boxer - yes owned ! Self employed book-keeper and also studying for my diploma in Garden Design. Love walking, cooking, reading, listening to music (classical mainly), watching Morse, Lewis and Poirot. Participant in life - it's not a spectator sport !
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Loneliness is the worst form of condemnation anyone could be subjected to….I loved your poem:)



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