The Clink was a notorious prison in Southwark (1151-1780) and housed dissenters. Latterly it was used for drunkards, prostitutes, debtors and others unfortunate not to be rich.


The Clink

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



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2008-12-18 at 10:27

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kath
As always your poetry creates such imagery ... and this poem is rich in empathy ... the one thing that love needs to survive in this sometimes cold world... and all those children, then and now that do not experience love ....

I wish you and your family a beautiful Holiday
Kath
2008-12-18


normalil
I used to work in Southwark Peter, and am quite familiar with The Clink. A friend of mine worked as a guide there whilst a student. The Tower of London used to evoke similar feelings in me...
2008-12-18