top of page

A Poem for Dead Ships

Documentation of performance at Bowling Harbour 'Ship Graveyard,' reading out a found poem made collaboratively with the community who live there.

A quiet corner, 

 

of creativity.

Bowling

now re-lives 

 

damp, biting, cold

 

Wee histories

Tiny shells

Gloopy creation

sticking mud

 

Pain 

in every joint

Serenity

aching

industrial in nature

 

You know;

when it’s been raining in Glasgow

Only a wee half will help.

 

A found home

journey, now woken

sleeping ships

breathing space

 

community 

connections made.

safe, grounded

surrounded

by the elements

your boat rises

 © 2023 by Agatha Kronberg. Proudly created with Wix.com

  • Grey Facebook Icon
  • Grey Instagram Icon
  • Grey Vimeo Icon
bottom of page