Mill Village

The houses line what was once a dirt road,
now paved asphalt painted with orderly stripes
of yellow and white. The hill still slopes downward
towards crumbling brick buildings, what used to be
a mill bustling with labor and life,
whole families working in continuous production
of soft flannels and plaids.

The chain of rust-eaten roofs, missing slats
of wood siding, untended yards of overgrown
clover and thistles attest to decades of neglect.
The few windows that do remain are shattered,
jutting shards of glass that speak silently
of emptiness and abandonment.

The houses stand empty. Shadowy remnants
of the hard-working families seem to haunt
the ramshackle buildings they never owned.
Steady breaths of lint and cotton dust
would have killed slowly; the end
of the mill and eviction did the rest.


3 thoughts on “Mill Village

  1. District 12! Seriously, though, I love the mill town. It’s a beautiful, decaying old town haunting the new world with it’s old charm. I spent many a night working up the alcohol-fueled courage to go exploring through it. Very nice draft, Evie. Well written.

  2. Thanks Tim! I haven’t been over there, but there are several areas like it near Elon and I’ve explored them some. Neat places. “Haunting the new world with it’s old charm”…I may have to steal that!

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