Glasson dock steeped in sunshine, the echo of the empty space that was the Babagee. Barges and boats and banter of family gatherings shimmers across the water beyond the broken hulls. The old stones of the lockgate still holds the memory of your footsteps.
Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for the Quadrille with d’Verse hosted by Grace tonight, Still is the prompt and it is on there somewhere. The image is from Wikimedia and is of the derelict Babagee before it was demolished.
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I like this. Derelict and abandoned industrial sites are magical, especially when there’s water too.
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I like the memory of the footsteps. Lovely poem. Abandoned sites are almost always magical and intriguing.
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My mothers footsteps…they are everywhere. Love to you.XX
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Nice alliteration. Calls up images well.
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As a poet & photographer, I am drawn to all things derelict, loving those rusted hulks, charred rotting timbers & /broken hulls/; nice Q44.
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I liked how the stones hold the memory of footsteps and all the “b” sounds in “Babagee. Barges and boats and banter”.
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I like the scene you’ve described. I can picture being there looking at it.
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memories as footsteps is a wonderful use of language.
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Your use of alliteration here is wonderful.
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Beautiful imagery, Alison, especially the in the assonance to foreground the ‘echo of the empty space’ and the alliteration that evokes the sound of family gatherings in ‘Barges and boats and banter’.
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I enjoyed your view into the past…a delightful visit!
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i always have the notion that structures hold memories of those that pass by and touch it – lovely thoughts and words Alison – Gina
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Those footsteps echo, reminding us of the past ~ Appreciate the photos too ~
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Makes me want summer.
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I love the idea of the dock holding those memories–it seems a wee bit wistful, sad.
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Such lovely use of alliteration here ❤️
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Your words make the desolate scene return to life, when the docks were crowded and people were busy with life.
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A wonderful place… somehow I feel that memories goes deep.
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‘Barges and boats and banter’ shimmering and old stones holding memories of footsteps…a compelling scene …
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Very Ransome-esque!
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