She tore the town apart.
Published 1 year, 4 months ago in My life.She started as a simple wife with baby at her breast
When illness swept away her life, and put the child to rest
Packed her things, severed her ties and left for London town
“To Start again” the only thought, as she began to drown
Apon Working for the publican, coin for a place to stay
The leering eyes with bulging purse, the heartstrings she did play
Apon one evening behind the taps, with consumption of the ale
He offered gold, he offered wine, and thus she made a sale.
For some was hope, and some was pain, a mistress of the night
And like a forest fire flame, she set mens souls alight
To the lost and lonley, rich and wild she offered salvation
A Public princess, A private whore, known all across the nation
Eventually lived among the rich, by every man adored
Had her fill of a paupers life, to poverty she said “No More”
She lured men with fruits of body, skin, cigars and beer
And when her sinfull time was through she sliced them ear-to-ear!
She lived with gold and bathed in jewels, lathered in the blood of men
From Kings Cross to Mayfair dear, a message she did send
The public eye never opened much until she prayed apon the law
The magistrate was no match for this crafty little whore
A witness spyed apon this crime and set apon a plan
With tricks and lawful conivery they tried to push her hand
Apon that eve, in alley dark she made her last mistake
A diplomat with an eye for flesh, a crafty planted fake
Forced apon by the men of law, and ambushed from nearby shadows
When the sun tore apart the dawn, she rode towards the gallows
‘Your art will be the end of us, you sinfull wicked wretch!”
They chanted while the withered rope was fastened ’round her neck
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interesting
oh come on wire tap……….couldn’t brave heart have swung in on a vine and slashed the hangmans rope, and carried them both over the walls of the village ???….. or maybe being a withered rope, it broke and she fell thru the trap door and landed in the donkey cart that bolted with fright at the sudden weight that befell it, and she rode to FREEDOM !!!!………there thats better, us woman don’t like to be the evil wretches !!!! C’mon everyone……finish the last paragraph for wiretap, I think it needs a better ending !!!!
One possibility……
But wait, the cobbles ring with steel, a galloping steed appears
And, bearing down on Tyburn’s tree, a man who knows no fear.
Cuts quick the rope, gathers her up, flashes his blade and a smile.
“This wench be mine, what be her crime - to make men happy awhile?
Some people cheer, some people roar. “Sorry to spoil your fun”
He wheels about his sweating steed as the musketman loads his gun.
But the musket ball flies high and wide, his aim is poor indeed
And the horsemen charges the gibbet’s guard and scatters them like seed.
Then through the gate, onto the heath, galloping faster, faster still
To the river’s edge where fern and sedge lead the way to Harrow Hill.
Into the shade of a wooded glade the horseman carries his prize
As he lifts her down she smoothes her gown and raises her soft brown eyes.
“You have saved me, Sir, my life is yours. What would you have me do?”
“Nothing more than to be my wife. I’ll be straight and true with you.”
And so they wed and then to bed, eftsoon many children bore she.
And no more was said of her past long dead, it had died on the gallows tree.
Oh Dr Fell !!!!! YOuve done us Proud you have !!!!!!!
P.S…..what do you think Wiretap scars………are you gutted or flattered??
Viva: Thankyou!
Winnie:
Thanks for the comments, when I wrote this I was researching Jack the Ripper out of boredom and curiosity. And thought what if it was the prostitutes that jack hunted that were the killers, not jack. So I just started writing.
I guess always the male is the killer, the bad guy in traditional writing.
And you are right! I felt this poem was unfinished as well but also part of me thought that the noose, ended it.
Dr Fell:
Awesome! You kept the same feel i was going for with the poem, kinda like a dark Tennasee Williams style!
I love the fact that the lady just decides to hide her past since her rescuer seems to not know of her fatal past.
Thankyou!
I am most definatley flattered
oh and by Tenasee williams, I of course mean Banjo Patterson.
oops!