Poem Of The Month: March 2015

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This poem was written last week. It came as a result of visiting lots of old and disused cinemas in East Leeds on Sunday morning with fellow poet Matthew Hedley Stoppard. It was a moving morning looking at the carcases of these once great dream palaces, peeling, crumbling and decaying. My poem is about the Clock cinema, but it’s also about having to embrace change and loss in our lives, because we have no choice… we break our hearts to have space for other loves…


A villanelle for The Clock Cinema.

The Clock is for sale: its time has run out
Though in truth exhausted some years ago.
We must love the loss that hollows us out.

Grand illusions reduced to a dusty rout,
Film rips across the screen, sprocket-holes show,
The Clock is for sale: its time has run out.

We have all been robbed by this greedy lout,
Lost something precious and just had to let go,
We must love the loss that hollows us out.

For changes must come, whatever we shout,
Torn celluloid flaps, screen’s long lost its glow,
The Clock is for sale. When Time has run out

Some things struggle on, some things come to nowt.
Our hearts must break, for other loves to grow,
As we learn to love what hollows us out.

White deco palace, your future in doubt,
Though in truth exhausted some years ago,
The Clock is for sale: now time has run out.
No choice but to love what hollows us out.

©James Nash 2015