HARBOURED TALES

 

Think of it as Pepys had cast his eye,

the narrow streets and alleys where

such dangers lurked at every turn,

from rats escaping harboured ships

along the sturdy tethered ropes

 

And how those citizens fled that one

square city mile, dodging the contents

of the piss pots raining down upon them

 – especially the deaf unable to grasp,

the warning shouts from higher up

 

Those over-crowded alley ways where

footpads lay in wait, taking advantages,

before themselves being infected then

carried away to places like Blackheath

and various other disposal grounds

 

The gloom and morbid stench still lurk

within accounts written at the time. And

up the coast, where Weymouth harbour

lay, other outbreaks of the plague began

as vultures lurked in guises of mankind  

◄ UNHEAVENLY CONVERSATIONS

A MORNING IN MAY 2020 ►

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jennifer Malden

Tue 19th May 2020 17:43

Great writing! At least nowadays we have some chance of recovering from this version of a plague.

Jennifer

MortimerBlooming

Tue 19th May 2020 16:09

Poetry during times of plague, has a bittersweet environment of it's own. The imagery here is immersive and heart quickening,

Enjoyed every line of it.

Mortimer

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Greg Freeman

Tue 19th May 2020 15:51

A proper Plague poem, Phil. Rich in atmosphere, rats, and piss. Well done.

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poemagraphic

Tue 19th May 2020 11:01

Another great muse... This Covid has given us so much to be grateful for in the guise of superb poetry such as this P.

Great job old friend.
Po

Moon.girl

Tue 19th May 2020 09:50

The last stanza inspired me to write darkest tree. Awesome write. I like the flow from the beginning till the end. It was an effortless effective write Phillipos.💐

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