Gleeson's Hill

by Colm   Apr 4, 2013


On Gleeson's hill, standing sentinel
overlooking the market town, an unraveling
and graffittied bedsheet fluttered
less healthily than it had
in my father's eyes.

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Written for Round One of Everlasting's Brevity Contest.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Britt

    This so reminds me of my little town and the economy causing closed store fronts. My parents saw the town at a booming, flourishing time and here you prove exactly what I see... a town that has closed doors and ugly run through it. I really appreciate the view here and thought it was so interesting and creative. How you think of your topics I will never know, but keep them coming. I also love the grammar here, and your use of sentinel. It seems so perfectly placed. I always feel the sincerity in the poems you write, and it's refreshing. You write with a purpose, not 'just because'.