Ruth Walters


Glorious Isolation - Poem by Ruth Walters

It was a sad little street,
houses all terraced
lined up like soldiers
with no front gardens.

Two up, two down
we called them
and nowadays
well, they’re hot!

I wonder at the world
with its price wars,
its property market,
its values.

Years ago your house
was your home,
you had local friends
you had roots.

These days it’s not cool
to all live streets away,
pop in and chat,
have an open door.

Folk move away,
find jobs elsewhere,
become isolated
and up market.

I phoned my sister
the other day.
We used to share a bed,
top to tail.

I said, “how are you,
what are you up to.”
And d’you know
she replied.

“I’m in Manchester
in glorious isolation”
Sign of the times I sighed,
with saddened eyes.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Glorious Isolation by Ruth Walters

  • Khairul Ahsan (2/25/2014 11:36:00 AM)


    It's a wonderful poem that depicts the present day urban living scenario. The title of the poem is apt, the last stanza in essence, the summary. Liked reading it. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/17/2012 3:24:00 AM)


    There is a truth in this poem that is universal. Well just here on Earth as far a I am aware, but a sad truth none the less. Last verse a great conclusion, isolation a real estate delusion. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 1, 2015


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