Sally Plumb Plumb

Veteran Poet - 1,753 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Down The Drain - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

The factory loomed
at the top of the hill.
A pub sign reflected
in yesterdays puddle
when it started again

The next days morning
mixed the muddle
with the rains
darkening frown
on falling leaves
from a tree dripping wet
with the stain of the sky,
which proved messier yet
from chimney soot
in the root of the road
and underfoot.

A broken bottle,
nights empty threat,
soaked fag ends,
the torn slip of a bet,
a stench of beer
from an open door
of a toilet crawled,
where someone had pissed
on the concrete floor
and drawled
dribbled words
with the wetness andmess.

All that remained
was the aftermath,
a drenched, stale mourning,
and a big bass broom
to sweep the path
as the gurgling gutter
was muttering glass
and disappeared
down the drain.


Comments about Down The Drain by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Rookie Kevin Halls (3/10/2013 3:44:00 PM)

    Love this Sally and I echo the other comments as it is so powerful in words and meaning.
    I can picture this as I used to drink in a pub like the one mentioned!
    Brilliant. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,913 Points Dave Walker (3/8/2013 4:02:00 PM)

    A fantastic poem, great wording. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,024 Points Valerie Dohren (3/7/2013 3:56:00 PM)

    Very descriptive Sally - well penned. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 20, 2013


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