As silence slips into the vastness of
the night—-
A shallow breath of a resounding sigh
A light of the cigar brings a glow of welcome warmness
approaching footsteps muffled by the eerie winds—-
brings news of a ship that has quietly slipped into the docks—
wonder of treasures abound, even the rats sense the excitement
the grimy faces are stained with living, waiting upon the call to plunder
It is survival of the fittest, the fast, the sly—— the knowledge of where
and when to hide
The watchman on patrol sees the toll, smells the stench
rotting, decaying—- cast away
It’s just another day for the pick pocket
of the London Stews.
I like this…it was well done and the image you were trying to create of London during the 17-1800s was very good.
Cool topic idea for a poem!