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 Thank you Rochelle for hosting the writing event Friday fictiooneers. The rule is to write a 100 word piece in response to the provided picture. Please click the link to visit Rochelle’s blog. It will be worth your while. And click this link to read other stories and write ups.