the pavilion

.

A hall a marble floor
A flash of mirror steel
twisting skyward
Glass, seductive curves
Signs black on white
Stark.



Strings and wind
Discordant tuning
The maestro taps his baton
then a quilt of harmony
cossets the hushed crowd
Unheard outside


Figures creep silently
twixt sculptures, images
Standing back
Contorting bodies
finding the best angle
to view

A table in a hall
littered with spent paint and crayons
Surrounded by tiny stools
where children just sat
Art pegged to a string
on the wall

The ding of a till
Books chosen then wrapped
Painting bought
Small works of art
taken home
Souvenirs

Above, a clatter of cups
and glasses
Excited chatter
The air filled with the smell
of food and
and wine

Out on the roof
couples cuddle in the breeze
Stare out to sea
like actors on the set
of Titanic

Sun sets at the end of the day
White concrete glows pink
in the setting sun
Glass reflects
the dying rays
It sleeps

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let me read my poem to you

To see my photos of the De La Warr Pavilion, click HERE!