Rock Folly

By Ewan

Sun, 10 May 2009
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Along the casements
the cannon have been replaced
by advertisement
of betting opportunities.
The marina has
lesser specimens of
high-consumption
motor yachts rusting.
The main road still
splits the runway
shared with the long-
withered air-arm
of vanished empire.
The macaques look
down from the rock
occasionally showing
red-raw buttocks
to Gibraltar Town.

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Submitted by Mangone on
It's the same the whole world over it seems, Ewan. From disregard to decay. Your title reminded me of Rock Follies and I'm trying to remember if that was a fading poem too. Mind you a remake with Atomic Kitten might do well ;)

Submitted by Geoff Smith on
I like this one rather a lot. You get a sense of decay too, but also a sense of seige and resilience, the place's stubborn survival. I've never been to Gibraltar, and only know a little about it, so it would be great to read about your ideas behind this poem, Ewan. Thanks. JM.

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by Ewan on
Gibraltar is faded grandeur. John and Yoko honeymooned at the Rock Hotel; the photos still decorate the walls. The marina is full of shiny, new -and empty- luxury apartments. It is the home of various internet gambling companies. The RAF and the Royal Navy maintain a token presence. I have been arrested there for sitting on the runway of the Airport at 4 in the morning.

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Submitted by Geoff Smith on
Ah, now I see it. The 'Folly' aspect. That's really clever. A really great poem. JM.

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by chuck on
Those apes seem to do quite well on a diet of hot-dogs and ice-cream.