This is Ghost Sign, my poem about a beautiful mirror and gilt shop sign that was rediscovered behind paneling in Bath recently. Hidden for nearly 70years, its discovery marks the building’s transition from Fancy Dress shop to a Bar and Restaurant.
What did you hear, in all those years locked away
Boarded and barricaded?
Did fireworks and frost mark the months?
What do you make of the world now,
Risen from your slumber like Lazarus?
As they prized away your coffin lid were you relieved
As you took your rightful place in the sun,
at the bustling street corner.
No longer a joke.
© Tom Tide 2016