Matthew Leggett

Rookie (14/10/1990 / UK)

Hero - Poem by Matthew Leggett

The worn face slumbers behind cracked rims,
Breath rasps into broken lungs
And leaks back out in a wheeze. A moment seems
To hang like Old Spice, the grim
Realisation that the best has passed, death has come.

Medals wilt above the faded bureau,
Pictures curl in untouched frames
And show a smiling man. Forgotten hero,
Dying alone, on his own
With nothing but sinewy memories, escaped names.

Comments about Hero by Matthew Leggett

  • (5/15/2008 11:49:00 AM)

    Good work and keen insight into the anonymous death
    of a forgotten hero, whose tarnished medals with their
    faded ribbons lie on the worn dresser.

    I think your poem expresses more than one woman's
    comment about the hero being used and then just thrown
    away like discarded trash. You touch the universal tragedy
    of the human condition. The hero in your poem dies quietly,
    a good man gone to his rest. Left unsaid in a brief poem
    but strongly implied is the life he lived from the action that
    won him his medals through the years to his quiet end.
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  • Ernestine Northover (4/13/2008 9:23:00 AM)

    A very moving poem Matthew, you have captured the loneliness of our forsaken heroes. Used and then just thrown away. Very well produced.
    Love Ernestine XXX
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  • Paul Butters (4/12/2008 5:39:00 PM)

    Good expressive poem. Serious for a 17 year old maybe but that's better than silliness. Gave it a nine so you keep aiming for 10. Paul. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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