Poem -
Mothers Ruin
Bitter tasteÂ
Emerald shroudÂ
Internal ignoranceÂ
Turned up loud
Enjoyed on its own
Or as a mixerÂ
Gourmet tonic water
My elixerÂ
1700s LondonÂ
Safer than water
Juniper berries fermented
Lambs to slaughterÂ
Pamphlets & perpetual
Drunkenness of Londoners
Escaping the blues
Varcacus, pupating ulcers
Abandoned childrenÂ
Depicted in the newsÂ
Another victimÂ
Of mothers ruin
Thought I was free...
Spoke too soonÂ
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Comments
Nice inking Syd.
William Hogarths "Gin Lane"
great portrait.
Thank you Frantic Free Verser. I'm glad you recognised the painting. I came across it while researching "Mothers Ruin"
- SydÂ
Brilliant Syd, i can't imagine living in an environment like that but what's more toxic, then, or Now.
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.
- SydÂ
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
Thank you for your wonderful feedback Larry. I'm glad you enjoyed this one.
Take care - Syd xxxÂ