My 100th Blog – 18th Century

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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

Weekly Writing Challenge – A picture is worth a 1000 words

Loved this challenge!


Meet Henry (the father), Rose and William.

Your typical English upper class family perhaps?

Rose so pretty in her dusty pink coat and matching bonnet, she has accessorised well with her gloves, black handbag and matching black patent leather shoes. I shall be giving her a 10 out of 10 for this ensemble.

William looking very dashing (could we expect anything less) with his grey peaked cap and matching single breasted overcoat with button line slightly off centre.

He completes his look today with well fitting black trousers and black patent shoes. I give William a 9 out of 10. You may think I’m being too harsh a critic here, but the off centre buttons lost me I’m afraid.

Henry – well what can I say his white shirt sets off the beautiful the dark grey jack with matching toned silver tie, again his outfit has been finished off to perfection with the mirror glass patent shoes and lovely black trousers. Henry will receive a 10 out of 10 also for this look.

Entering competitions such as this is not new for this devoted modelling aspiring family, this is the fourth time they have entered and hoping to win the grand prize of 50.00 pounds.

It’s a pity that though they are decked out in their finery that they couldn’t give us a  🙂

Though after the photograph I had a chance to talk to Henry who advised me that his wife had just run off with the local Butcher.

Ah well … let’s give a warm round of applause for their efforts today, they have certainly put an effort in and done their street proud.

3 cheers for Henry, Rose and William, the 50 quid sadly went to their neighbour 2 doors down.