Prompt: select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces.
An untrained eye may not yet see
the thing that I am destined to be
but there is a charm awaiting within
just as soon as my renovations begin
I’m well aware of my many flaws
my countless failings may give you pause
but I will soon be a work of art
just as soon as my renovations start
I know beneath this rust and grime
my bones are strong and my location prime
I’ll be heralded generations hence
just as soon as my renovations commence