Hinges Torn

The first Glasgow Songwriting Festival took place in Govanhill Baths. I found inspiration in the cubicle doors of the hot baths suite, beautiful in their dilapidated state and silently holding their history.
Torn off hinges yielding rust
Vacant keyhole, naked dust
Weathered panels, scratches, scuffs
Fading round an absent hook

Knotted timber, severed latch
Sunlight spilling from the gap

Deep devotions, carved desires
Unrequited, long expired
Aching joints, jaded verse
Interrupted, aged, cursed

Bearing scars from cigarettes
Could it even feel regret?

Thinking goes against the grain;
Would it be a tree again?

Faded varnish, injured, worn
Creaking silent, hinges torn
See also

Disused Govanhill baths become art venue – in pictures – The Guardian, 3rd April 2014