Sing me a song, oh fair maiden.
Play me a tune, ye drunken rascal.
A ballad of viperous tides and disquieting mermaids.
Sing me a song, ye scurvy ridden merchants,
Lusty for fortune, plagued by misery.
With a ratty blanket for comfort, and folded boxes for a cushion, he caterwauled day and night by Brewer’s arch.
To the left a bowl was held, his vault for every drop of kindness spared wisely or otherwise. And in his right a cup secured fast, his greatest treasure close to his heart. Dreaded by his quivering liver and ochre coloured tooth.
PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood
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Beautifully written
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Thanks Neil, much appreciated.
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Lovely words describing a down and out musician, if only he could kick the habit.
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If only … Thanks James.
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Nicely done, if a sad story. Well told.
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Thanks Bill.
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So well written ❤️
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Thank you so much.
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A poignant piece skillfully written.
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Thanks Keith!
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You paint a wonderful picture of him.
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Thanks Iain.
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Dear Chioma,
In few words you created a tangible character.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much Rochelle!
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So sad but beautifully written.
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Thank you so much.
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Lovely texture to your character study.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Wow, very powerful writing. Such a sad tale.
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Thank you so much Brenda.
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