Purple paint peeling photo
Under used unloved untouched
Rusting reality rarely revealed
Past purpose probably practical
Leaving little left lasting
Every exit ending empty
My first attempt at an acrostic poem (one where the first letter of each line spells something), and to make it a bit harder I decided to make each word in each line start with the same letter.
This wonderfully peeling paint is briefly attached to a warehouse loading door on Lancaster Quay. Lancaster was a booming port in the 1800s up till around 1840 when the larger Liverpool docks began to take over. Up till then the port had mainly traded in slaves from Africa, bringing back tobacco, rum and spices from the Americas. I would assume this door would have been used to tip the bags of spices or tobacco into the warehouses. It’s quite a sobering thought that half a dozen generations ago, this place was thriving as a result of such horrific trade.