Abstracted window

Peeled paint surrounds

Dusty window

Spiders webs sprawl

Across the glass.

White paint turns cream

In the decades of sunlight

That has fallen here

Your surface crumpled

Like old age skin.

Black moss like moles

Erupt into bloom

Liver spots of gloom.

Like an aging wine

Gone past your vintage

Turned to vinegar

Terminal decline?

Possible painting?

There’s something fascinating about the old windows at Spode Works. I took this photo this week in my friend Amy’s studio. It looks out over the back of the ceramic halls that front onto Kingsway in Stoke. The dirt and grime is from the clay dust that still covers much of the site. The buildings are freezing in winter and stay cool in the summer, I think because of the thermal mass of the solid factory.

Time is gradually eroding and changing the structure of the buildings. Buddlea bushes have colonised one of the older parts of the factory and I wonder if they will make it crumble. It will feel strange not to go there anymore.