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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