Old Town Loses Its Song

Posted: February 21, 2017 in default

Tonight at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/     Oloriel is hosting and wants us to write suburban poetry. Of course the suburbs can spawn so many different emotions all over the world!

At Rackenford Meadows
it’s the town’s last stand.
Country tracks are diverted
and the rest of the land
is sinking under a weight
of concrete and bricks.
A pox on the landscape,
a fox moving out
as monotonous houses
thrust through the earth.
Fields ripped up,
lawns to be laid down,
spine road to split.
An avenue here,
a close over there
a drive sweeping round
all garishly lit
and fences
and fences
and fences
and fences
hemming in the dilemmas
of homes, a hundred
small islands living alone.
Battles were lost up Canal
Hill, along Bolham Road
and now the old town
is trapped in suburbia.
Only the river escapes
drumming over the weir
taking with it the song
of a town that lived here.

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Comments
  1. Oloriel says:

    Beautiful and melancholic. I really love the build up, followed by the repetition, it really made my heart-rate go up, and “hemming in the dilemmas” is such a wonderfully penned image.

  2. erbiage says:

    Starts strong and gets better as it goes. A hundred small islands, really stood out for me, the song of the town that lived here is wonderful

  3. The fences, then fences… that’s exactly how it is… making islands is exactly that dream… and then only the river escaping.

  4. frankhubeny says:

    The monotonous houses and the fields turned into lawns are views of the suburbs that I have as well. I also don’t like taking care of a lawn.

  5. Grace says:

    The urban development is fast paced, uprooting all to weight of cement and bricks ~

    I feel sad for the demise of these quaint towns ~ Good one ~

  6. Waltermarks says:

    Suburbia was definitely the end of civilization. Your poem reminds me of that. All the houses in the tract had only three or four different looks to them. When i was young, it was considered a sign of success, back in the 60s. I can’t imagine now, just why

  7. Glenn Buttkus says:

    I got lucky, and moved into a small town, that itself is surrounded by suburbs. In town, every house is different, every neighbor a friend. We drove by the tract houses in disdain.

  8. Sumana Roy says:

    “a fox moving out
    as monotonous houses
    thrust through the earth.” this is so heartbreaking…sigh…

  9. kim881 says:

    I love the rhythm and pace of this poem, Paul – the sound of the suburbs. I particularly like the repetition of ‘and fances’ and the lines:
    ‘Country tracks are diverted
    and the rest of the land
    is sinking under a weight
    of concrete and bricks’

    and
    ‘… monotonous houses
    thrust through the earth’.

    The sibilance in ‘spine road to split’ is effective and I really like the touch of (possiby personal?) history in ‘Battles were lost up Canal / Hill, along Bolham Road’.

    And those final lines sum it up beautifully.

  10. kim881 says:

    Sorry about the typo – should read ‘fences’!

  11. lillian says:

    Late to the posting and reading for this prompt….enjoyed this very much. Especially the idea that only the river escapes….

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