Automatic writing piece created whilst participating in a Signal Films & Media Creative Writing Group session. Tuesday 30 October as part of Doremi2018.
Of the industrial
the infrastructure
of this town
that a lot call home
That builds
and unbuilds
around us all
And changes
morphing
growing
almost breathing
A deep sigh
a sound
a sight
from far away
and yet so close
To the wheels in the mud
that twist and turn
and clog with stones
to stop it moving
on
Over the shoreline
picking its way over the oyster shells
crushed into the ground
which make a strangely
satisfying sound
Tyres clogged with mud
through which screws are sent
in circles
twisting
circling
Wheels
over sand
past the built
structures
frames
Scaffolding
towering over the small wheels
spinning
twisting
Tracks created in the sand
through which others
have travelled
through which others
will travel
Tracks are built
and found
washed asunder
by the water
Docks
seagulls
calling
over the towering sands
Of the industrial
the infrastructure
of this town
that a lot call home
That builds
and unbuilds
around us all
And changes
morphing
growing
almost breathing
A deep sigh
a sound
a sight
from far away
and yet so close
To the wheels in the mud
that twist and turn
and clog with stones
to stop it moving
on
Over the shoreline
picking its way over the oyster shells
crushed into the ground
which make a strangely
satisfying sound
Tyres clogged with mud
through which screws are sent
in circles
twisting
circling
Wheels
over sand
past the built
structures
frames
Scaffolding
towering over the small wheels
spinning
twisting
Tracks created in the sand
through which others
have travelled
through which others
will travel
Tracks are built
and found
washed asunder
by the water
Docks
seagulls
calling
over the towering sands