Coventry Transport Museum Poetry: "Concept" 2

For this one, I tried to give it a little more rhythm and more of a structure. This one's written in a mix of iambic monometer and iambic pentameter.

A shape,
Dragged from the mind onto the hallowed page.
Fleshed out,
Made whole with all our love and our hard work,
Then born,
And yet so swiftly torn from life or else
Stillbirth,
Lifeless shell; was it ever meant to be?

Baltic.
Frozen in time, deep and blue, cold and dead,
Lifeless,
A chunk of frozen drift ice washed ashore,
Then shaped,
Moulded into cold, hard, living sapphire.
A ghost,
At once dead, and yet full of stolen life.

Unique,
Twenty years, fifty or seventy-five.
Purring,
And then roaring around the track full-tilt!
Rolling,
Put away, they don't want a fallen horse.
Restored,
A phoenix, returned to former glory.

Once more,
Back on form, and ready to show the world!
Revived,
A generation-long reputation.
Spirit,
One face, but many lives in one body.
Concept,
Just a concept in the designer's eye.