End of Hopes

7 Oct 2020

Fingers blue with cold and yet caked grey
Another fruitless rag-soaked day
Dreams as ever unfulfilled
Tide incoming around her feet milled
Exposed ship timbers
Becoming dimmer
Sun now sinking into the wreck
Leaving her alone and bereft
Night clouds bringing in the dark
End of her hopes for our little mudlark

52 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mudlark

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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22 Responses to End of Hopes

  1. Sadje says:

    A lovely poem Crispina

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Poor thing πŸ˜•

    Liked by 1 person

  3. It wasn’t a good life for those who depended on it


  4. Tomorrow’s another day, hopefully, a more fruitful one. A perfect take.

    My 52 words!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Bill says:

    Well done, Crispina. All of this poem can be felt.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Sunra Rainz says:

    A very thoughtful use of the prompt, Crispina, which also sensitively puts yourself in their shoes πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  7. GHLearner says:

    I like this a lot. Poor girl.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Dale says:

    I could feel the cold mud on my hands. Well done, you!

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