Monthly Archives: August 2011

Ballad 11

The Ballad of the Second Thief Her mother dead of chancre, pox or grippe. He picked her up to smash against a wall. Pimps grow so tired of hearing orphans bawl No profit in them. But a whore let slip … Continue reading

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The Ballad of the Charlatan’s Sister THE BALLAD OF THE CHARLATAN’S SISTER The first thing that you notice is the smell. Cinnamon, ginger, smoke of fine cigar, flaked leather of old books, and bubbling tar heating over a flame. And … Continue reading

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The Ballad of the Model and her Painter When she is twelve, her mother burns to death, a moment’s inattention by the fire – a muslin gown. For years, her one desire is to see fire and not be short … Continue reading

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The Ballad of the Lord and His Thief He buys her when she is a child of four, small, hungry, agile, fingers long and thin. He takes her to a window, shoves her in the tiny gap. It’s what he … Continue reading

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The Ballad of the Heiress She grew up discontented with the men who hung around her simpering at balls. And being told you’re beautiful soon palls when people say it time and time again and never change the words the … Continue reading

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Another Ballad

The Captain’s Ballad Somewhere beyond the edges of the chart in lands debatable by Serb and Turk her father died. Inheriting his work she also had his stern unbending heart A sniper got her father. Up the hill she rode, … Continue reading

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Another Ballad

The Ballad of the Madwoman and her Maid ‘She was so lovely then,’ said the old cook. ‘She’d step out of her shoes on to her hair. Red as a coxcomb. Yet her skin was fair No-one could see a … Continue reading

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