My 100th Blog – 18th Century

Courtesy of Google and 123rf.com

I walk upon these cobblestone streets, the soles of my shoes thin & bare, but I do not complain for they protect me from the cold & damp & I step one foot in front of the other

Carriages drawn by horses pass my way, their heads held high exhaling steam from open nostrils with reins held tight, they hold their strength to pass with clacking sound of hooves upon the street

& splash my rustling skirt and petticoat which touch upon muddied brick

Houses either side of me, old & decaying with heavy latched doors that are weathered from the seasons & light from oil lamps glow through windows & fireplaces give warmth to those within

They are the most blessed, for there is laughter in these times

Skivvy my occupation, though the coins I receive are little

I cannot take place in my masters fine home & talk of worldly matters

For he is of upper class & I am but his servant & should be gracious for being so

But I walk the cobbled streets of London & dream of a life where I can speak

My brother works in coal mine, he’s young, 10 of age his face & soul are blackened by his daily work, an infant in my eyes

But he shows no annoyance for doing so & is glad of the penny he receives for his toil

My sister sells her body to men to feed her child so young, I wish her life like mine

It’s dark & cold this night of nights as I step one foot in front of the other

My dress is wet & muddied from dirt off bricks, muddied like my heart & the cold night air chills me to my bone

But I wear the shawl my master gave me & draw it closer for the warmth

My master he wears fine breeches & white stockings with buckled shoes so grand

In my bag a kerchief, that my mother now gone, gave me, it’s white with lace on border

I walk the cobblestones in cold of night & step one foot in front of the other

I dream of another existence where I am free to talk of life & what I wish to be

But I know that I cannot, I can only dream, I am a young woman… there is no future for me

A girl of 15, alone without a family by my side, so I walk these dark and narrow cobbled streets & show no fear of the darkness that surrounds me, the bodies that lay still & silent from starvation

Though I cannot voice my words, I hold my head with pride that yes I am but a skivvy to such a nobleman

Who provides the shelter & roof & a coin to line my threadbare purse, I won’t complain

My life may change one day of that I dream & pray, but for now I walk these cobbled streets & have hope that things will change

I live as the privileged do & I should not find cause to object, I must give praise for the life I live & have a place where I can rest… a home

But for now & for the future, I walk along these cobbled streets, upon the rank and murky ground & I am so very alone

Advertisements

24 thoughts on “My 100th Blog – 18th Century

    • Thank you …my 100th blog came up and I wanted to veer away from the norm and I dreamt about this girl walking cobbled streets..and this is what emerged.
      If you walked with her…that was my intention..so thank you xxxxxxxx

  1. Congratulations on your 100th blog post., Mumsy. What a wonderful writer you are. I was carried away… I thought of Europe and the cobblestone streets, of England on a cold dark night and of My Fair Lady, strangely.
    xox

  2. So rich and evocative! I loved: ‘But I walk the cobbled streets of London & dream of a life where I can speak’
    Unfortunately I haven’t updated my browser or something so I can’t seem to like this page. But I LIKE, I LIKE!!

    • Grabriela strangely you came to mind as I was writing, I think that is what helped to ‘inspire’. This style of writing I am so comfortable with too. So perhaps another will be on it’s way! I’m glad you like like.. from such an astounding writer as yourself that means a great deal to me 🙂 Thank YOU!

You have spent the time popping in - Please don't waste it - share a comment on what you have read.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s