Tower Block
poem by:
Andrew Shepherd
Written
on Dec 30, 2018
Made of glass wood and cement Thirteen monsters were council sent Families lived in high rise flats And children roamed with the dogs and cats A little park near a collection of shops The bus drove round a circle of stops Dirty old lifts with gum on the floors Held strange odours and graffiti on the doors Darkened stair wells where creatures hid Causing havoc like delinquents did Behind the flats the landslide sprawled Bees buzzed and insects crawled The river flowed under a bridge which spanned Connecting the residents to grassy land Happy people but rough round the edges As they peered from windows and leant over ledges Bikes on balconies and clothes hanging down The disillusioned youth wearing a frown Drunken rows and secret affairs All newcomers were greeted with stares Tiny halls and narrow little rooms The strange feeling of living in tombs Sad faces watched the explosion together The homes they once shared now gone forever
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Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 31, 2018 at 9:55am
I see those Tower blocks of flats, so clearly back in the 60s......excellent poem...
Christopher Russon
commented on Feb 28, 2019 at 9:23am
Where I live Andrew are many tower blocks they have been renovated so they
Will be around for a while .They tell a story.People love them and loave them
I worked on them for 4 years.Excelent poem Andrew and kinda sad.
