Glass and steel

Bush and grass;
Nomadic units.
Mud and thatch;
A season’s shelter.
Timber, wattle and daub;
A whole community.
Stone and flint and brick,
Lots of brick and stone;
Built to last;
A permanence:
Solidity, reliability
Cities and government
Confirmation of continuity
Substance, dependability.

Cold steel;
Reflective, shiny
Repellant
Outward gloss;
Hard.
And glass
All revealing
Transparent glass.
Windows to the outside
Portals to the inside.
Transparency and truth
Everyone can see;
Everything.

 Words , poem and photo copyright Englepip©

The last few decades have seen a new architecture throughout the world. There is a change in style and feeling and I wanted to express how our architecture says a lot about us socially. This is a picture of Basingstoke, once a small market town evolving into a commercial hub – the place where Burberrys were invented in a small retailers; where Eli Lilly and Smiths industries and Lansing Bagnall led the way; where the Automobile Association still is based in what was until recently the tallest building between Hampshire and America; where the bank note printers De La Rue still has its headquarters on the edge of town. But as we move away from industry and manufacturing, – this is on the edge of the Uk’s silicon valley – to ethernet and internet and the need to face each other and work together physically, so architecture has changed. From solid stone with a ‘built to last’ feel, we have moved to glass and steel. Does it represent the unforgivingness of the working environment today? Does the transparency of glass mean that – yes we can see you are not hiding things but that you are being watched all the time? Does the brittleness of glass reflect the ease with which our individual worlds can be smashed and broken?

Daily Prompt: From Above

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They stand statuesque at the doors

Motionless, fierce and domineering

Their garb, loosely wrapped

Inadequate for the weather

Yet they flinch not

But stare through the glass with wings furled

And harps clutched tight.

Have they arrived from above to this

Cathedral door, now shut against the elements?

To pass judgement on those of us within

At earthly voices raised, we think sublime

But which can bear

No comparison for their celestial tones.

Unsettled, cowed,

We move into the cathedral nave

And resuming our seats,

Ponder our inadequacies and our souls.

 

Angels West door Guildford Cathedral

John Hutton engraved these angels on the Great West Door.  I find the angels forbidding and eerie. What do you think?

 

Words and photo copyright Englepip©

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Above

Only you

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Only you can bring that sparkle to my life

That wholeness and completeness

That is a rainbow feeling

Tingling from my nose to my toes.

Only you shed light upon the dark corners

Which no one but you understands

Only you give me warmth and serenity

And confidence to face the world with calm.

Only you – yes only you.

 

Poem and photo copyright Englepip©

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Sparkle