Fiction, Poetry and Havering

April Poem-a-Day — April 12, 2014

Saturday, April 12th, 2014

For today’s prompt, write a city poem.

This poem is about the city of Fall Mill, which is the setting of both novels I’m writing. It is written in the voices of my three main characters, as if each one had been told to write a poem about Fall Mill.



Fall Mill


i. Neilly

I moved away from here one time

to the bustle of New York,

could never afford Manhattan

and came home broke.

Folk here are friendlier

or maybe just less rushed—

When I have trouble getting by,

someone always helps.


ii. Gray

City of my birth.

Where my father’s gardens grew.

Cliffs and ruins to climb.

People to protect.


iii. Mini

The mills that made a living

Have crumbled one by one.

The flood that rent the city

Has wiped out all I loved.

The waters made the city,

And the waters took my home.

The city has no joy for me;

The city holds me on.


Gammelor Goodenow



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