The Clink

by Peter Humphreys

misty mornings
mellow meet
along the river
down the street
where old friends
greet the coming of
new dawnings
I listen quiet
as sea gulls screech
and rats upon
their morning beat
slide between the
rubbish heaps
eagle eyed and sullen
I wonder if
when I was born
this evil street
that pours its scorn
was ever kind to children
but by the grimy prison wall
I hear the screams
and heed the calls
for freedom


Author's Note: The Clink was a notorious prison in Southwark (1151-1780) and, during periods of religious upheaval, housed Protestant and Catholic dissenters in turn. Latterly it was used for drunkards, prostitutes, debtors and others unfortunate not to be rich.

Posted on 12/18/2008
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 12/18/08 at 03:39 PM

Great write Peter. I do believe most people have no idea how a few dollars keep so many from spending more than a night in prison.

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