Martin O'Neill

Rookie - 12 Points (20-06-1958 / Solihull, Birmingham, England)

Seventeen And A Hundred Years Old - Poem by Martin O'Neill

November rains wash the dreams down the drain
And a rainbow lies bleeding in the street
Where it gets splashed by car tyres to the edge
And on to red shoes on a young girl's feet.

'Damn! ' she says 'Diesel always stains like hell,
Yeah, but no-one will notice in the dark.'
And as a limousine pulls to a halt
It's time for her to step up to the mark.

Seventeen years or a hundred and two
A thousand years from her eyes to her soul.
A window rolls down, a bargain is struck
This one looks loaded, she feels on a roll..

The radio hawks and spits in the night
The lights on the squad car paint the crowd
Gazing at a broken bargain - red shoes,
And beyond them, a green tarpaulin shroud.

Comments about Seventeen And A Hundred Years Old by Martin O'Neill

  • Freshman - 963 Points Douglas Stewart (11/6/2015 2:33:00 PM)

    Excellent imagery, structure. One damn fine poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 508 Points Anton K (11/6/2015 9:29:00 AM)

    It did not take me long to deduce that I was reading a very good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,979 Points .., Rahman .., Henry (11/6/2015 12:45:00 AM)

    Tremendous. Excellent poem........10++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points J.b. Lebuert (3/19/2012 1:06:00 PM)

    Not a pretty picture, but another excellent poem Martin! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lynn Cohen (3/8/2012 5:23:00 PM)

    You seem to have a real talent for describing a scene in very ordinary, almost innocuous sounding words, and then at the end, wrapping it up in the irony that's really the point, all along. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Roberta Reilly (12/15/2011 7:12:00 AM)

    Somehow I get a mental picture of each of your poems. Some pictures are still - like an Edward Hopper painting. Your poems are cynical but all too real - I think your observation of life is brilliant. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Max Kuvaev (1/19/2009 8:14:00 AM)

    Oh, that's a sad story... I like the red shoes image very very much. It is the quintessential image of the wicked thing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 20 Points Tanay Pathak (1/19/2009 5:31:00 AM)

    Nice One as a poem describing a feeling of irritation, confusion

    great job (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 19, 2009

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