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Mothers Ruin

Mothers Ruin

Bitter taste 
Emerald shroud 
Internal ignorance 
Turned up loud

Enjoyed on its own
Or as a mixer 
Gourmet tonic water
My elixer 

1700s London 
Safer than water
Juniper berries fermented
Lambs to slaughter 

Pamphlets & perpetual
Drunkenness of Londoners
Escaping the blues

Varcacus, pupating ulcers
Abandoned children 
Depicted in the news 

Another victim 
Of mothers ruin
Thought I was free...
Spoke too soon 

 

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Syd

Thank you Frantic Free Verser. I'm glad you recognised the painting. I came across it while researching "Mothers Ruin"

- Syd 

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Nine Eleven

Brilliant Syd, i can't imagine living in an environment like that but what's more toxic, then, or Now.

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Syd

Hi Gerard, I started researching "Mothers Ruin" based on my own personal experience. So for me...now is more toxic. I was shocked to find out how bad things were in London in 1700 - 1800s. Londoners used to get part of their wage paid in Gin. Which lead to scenes depicted in the above painting.

Thanks for stopping by. All the best.

- Syd 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Syd,

Wow!  You have enlightened me on a very sad period in English history.
Also, being an art dealer, I loved the Hogarth illustration you used.
Seems like you and I had similar experiences as youths, for my mother, was ex-show business, and danced her way through several martinis a day.
Thank you for your wonderful write.

Love,
Larry xxx

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Syd

Thank you for your wonderful feedback Larry. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.

Take care - Syd xxx 

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