Ghettodrome

Hark rumour outcast ghetto track,

Wood clack, rattle, quivering slat.

Orbicular ghost pedal whirrs,

Summon memory of victory cheers.

Crooked curtsy to spruce sentinel,

Abrupt celebratory firework crack,

Soft snowy silence answers offence,

Whilst night threatens overpowering pretence.

Unknown footsteps snap awake

Winter’s white recumbent state.

Stilted parapet truss ascends,

Adhering track slopes and bends.

Adoring homage to veteran majors,

Encompass curving circuit stage,

Distant races conquered, played.

Arresting ingress hinged by rubber,

Intersected ambitious artery inner.

Past summers linger on, browned,

Intruding shoots reclaiming land.

Nature’s seasoned right of way,

Moves forth over abandoned ground.

Lonely in wild December wood,

Forlorn cyclist forgotten, stands.

Ghettodrome is the result of a little side project I did whilst on residency at Arteles, Finland. The derelict velodrome in Tampere was mentioned by an artist I met and I went to check it out. The continual rain we are having here in Cardiff is a reminder of the enduring Finnish winters. This, and a feeling of isolation in the wilds inspired the poem.

Lucy Driscoll

Lucy Driscoll of Windsor

I first met Lucy in the depths of last year’s stubborn winter on a residency at Arteles Creative Centre, Finland. We toiled together for one month producing scandanavian inspired art works, discovering an eclectic collection of 80’s musical delights and devouring whole salmon with all manor of pickled edibles.

Lucy oozes charm with a good eye for a vintage bargain and upmost talent for paper cut illustrations. She has kindly agreed to show some of her work in this year’s Cardiff Cycle Festival. If I know Lucy, vintage cycling literature will be an inspiration along with a love of her own two wheels.

Check out her work here: http://www.lucydriscoll.com/