VI. Pomona Island
A non-event...
Once home to a variety of programmes, Pomona Island played a significant role as part of Greater Manchester’s socio-economic scene. Today, after over 30 years of being left quasi-untouched, nature has taken over the human-made island once again. Some artefacts of human activity remain to remind us of what this place once was, and the actual temporality of our distorted idea of permanence.
At the nexus of death - Acrylic on canvas, 2019 - G.G
TO POMONA - 30/09/2019
I hear droplets crashing on this strip of asphalt,
As if it were nature trying to cleanse you.
I feel the ground vibrate as trains pass you by,
Passengers, ignorant to your beauty.
I smell the water of rivers you shape,
Poisoned by your vicinities.
You sit there, passive to your spiteful surroundings,
Large and destructive, lifeless containers encircle you,
Containing no more than you do.
In the distance, tall, blood red cranes,
Eternally yearning for the skies,
Failing to grasp what is right beneath them.
You must forgive them, for they know not what they truly need.
Drops get heavier,
Trains go faster,
Cranes get louder,
Yet you persist.
Claimed abandoned,
A dystopian end for some.
But for Nature, a revival,
Right at the nexus of death.
- G.G
Change, Pomona’s only truth
site plan
1. River Theatre
2. Book Room
3. The Lot
