Gone

 

When I was last in Cardiff
the old hotel was there
Boarded up and derelict
yet still with life to share

But now it’s been demolished
leaving just an empty space
Its bygone age has left us
with a sadness in its place

So I’m pleased I took a photo
when I was last down here
For a memory to capture
something which I now hold dear

©Jemverse

Photos – Jempics. [Top – just the ‘Old Custom House at the top of Bude Street in Cardiff now (November 2018); Bottom – the ‘Old Custom House’ with the adjacent derelict ‘York Hotel’ (1890) still in situ (March 2017)]

Travelling West

It’s dark outside, this early hour
the night is not yet done
Yet I’ve been up for quite some time
For me the morning’s come

Ahead for several hours
a journey beckons me
Travelling down to Cardiff
from Sussex by the sea

It’ll take me seven hours by train
via London first, quite slow
Then cross country down into the West
from Paddington I’ll go

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Photo – the Paddington Bear statue – Paddington Station, West London – Jempics

To the sea

Morning over Cardiff
Looking to the sea
Across the city landscape
It’s beckoning to me

My soul lies with the ocean
and whenever we’re apart
The sense of loss is palpable
and felt deep in my heart

So, even though it’s distant
out there in Cardiff Bay
It brings a sense of knowing
And a comfort I would say

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Photo – morning over Cardiff, Wales looking to Cardiff Bay – Jempics

Wales

Night falls on the city
as daytime fades away
the cranes are still and silent
just up from Cardiff Bay

The streets below are empty
whisper growing from a shout
as from my lofty view I see
that no one is about

This is the last time I will view
this scape as on the morrow
eastwards I will travel home
with just a tinge of sorrow

The week’s been long and, dare I say
that even if it fails
it won’t replace the lovely time
that I have had in Wales

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Photo – Cardiff from the Clayton Hotel, St Mary Street – Jempics

Evening Gold

Silhouetted here in contrast
against an azure sky
Like giant insects waiting
cranes in silent protest lie
And glorious behind them
behind the Western hills
The sun sets o’er the city
and everything is still
This tranquil ending of a day
when all is painted gold
exudes a warmth, a calming
as the evening takes a hold

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Photo – sunset over the new BBC Wales building, Cardiff, UK – Jempics

Progress

In Cardiff the old Custom House
has seen better days
as it and progress have at
some point parted in their ways

Next door the York Hotel
has seen a likewise fate
Both buildings now in sadness
boarded up their future wait

And I can’t help but wonder
what they were like in days of old
before their history faded
and their glory days were sold

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Photos – (top): The derelict Custom House & York Hotel, St Mary Street, Cardiff – Jempics; (bottom): the Custom House & York Hotel in their heyday by the (now defunct) Glamorganshire canal – AlanYorkepics.

Cardiff

Made my way to Cardiff
on a Sunday afternoon
Six hours on a railway train
views from hotel room
The city streets below me
Welsh and English on the signs
Old and new in contrast
amongst the ancient lines

Put some music on my i-pod
Slumber called aloud my name
Resistance pretty futile
as tiredness swiftly came
Still there remained a moment
for some thoughts about the day
A few short lines reflecting
some words I had to say

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Photo – The GWR building, Cardiff – formerly a hotel, now a JD Wetherspoons pub – Jempics

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