The pretty, little flower girl

There was a pretty, little flower girl

Many moons ago

She always found the brightest blooms

And sold them down The Row


The Row was full of scurrilous knaves 

Who thought her smile so priceless 

One day they took that smile away 

And left her cold & lifeless 


No man nor beast was ever caught

And flowers bloomed no-more

The Row fell grey with dank decay 

And rot became its core


As years passed by it festered dark 

Until three men confessed

Now, old & frail, weary & pale

She had not let them rest


Her smile had been in every crack 

And crevice they had passed

Her shadow whispering fragrant tales

Of the stone they all had cast


And there they were, like wilting lilies 

Compost made from guilt 

Their minds & flesh slowly reduced

To nothing more than silt


And on the anniversary 

Of the pretty, little flower girl's death

She let them feel her horrific ordeal 

As they screamed a collective last breath 


The Row is long demolished 

Now, a park of gardens & green

Where a pretty,  little flower girl 

Is very often seen…



◄ These Boys

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julie callaghan

Thu 1st Jun 2023 20:32

A wonderful tale. 🙏

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Stephen Atkinson

Thu 1st Jun 2023 18:33

Thank you M.C. & John for the always encouraging comments. Inspired (if different) by the song attached! 🌈

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 31st May 2023 16:41

A pretty tale, embodying the morality it deserves in the best
tradition of such things. Evil will come home to roost.

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John Coopey

Wed 31st May 2023 09:10

All the more poignant for its simplicity, Stephen.

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 30th May 2023 22:24

Thank you for taking the time to read & comment on my little folkloric tale, Kevin, Stephen, Manish & Uilleam 🌈
And for the likes Hugh, Moonlight & Clare 🌹

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 30th May 2023 09:27

Thank you Stephen.
A sad and lovely poem.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Tue 30th May 2023 08:31

A poignant poem, a sad song, brilliantly described, imaginative and evocative with every stanza.
Thank you, Stephen A.

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 30th May 2023 08:00

Thank you, Stephen. A sad tale. Our misdeeds will always come back to haunt us. Brilliantly described.

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Kevin Tan

Mon 29th May 2023 20:18

Thank you for sharing this poem, this song and this urban legend with us, Stephen W Atkinson. Although heavy, it is important. Thank you

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