Peter Hall

Rookie - 211 Points (Sydney, Australia.)

Glass Ceiling - Poem by Peter Hall

I was born in Green Valley, west of Liverpool, west of Sydney, Australia.
It's like being born in the Bronx, or Tottenham, or Shankhill, or Govan in Glasgow.
I might as well have been born there too.

Where those of Green Valley's DNA
Kiss the ground with a bent neck, and are proud to do so
When they look up, their face smears on the glass ceiling
But they can't feel it.

The only escape is a poor paying job
So they keep saying.

There is no door with a happy label on it,
Or a sign that says 'this way to an improved life'.

So here I am in Scotland.
I went through the unnamed door
I think it was called 'risk'.

It broke the glass ceiling.


Comments about Glass Ceiling by Peter Hall

  • Gold Star - 23,989 Points Roseann Shawiak (4/16/2014 12:39:00 AM)

    Intense and vibrantly enticing thought. Love this poem.
    Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,696 Points Valerie Dohren (1/24/2014 10:02:00 AM)

    Very poignant and thought-provoking write Peter. We all yearn to escape from whatever holds us captive. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014


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