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Foster Square,Bradford England

It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of attire, her hair as yet unspoilt. 
Although jewel less except for a wedding
ring in her recently pierce blood stained ear
lobe, (this bearing signs of some street wise ritual?)
she still wore a suave sophistication, eyes
that bred a wanton life, fingers more use to
the gentle stem of the crystal goblet, than
the demure grasp of the shapeless neck of
the common brown.     But alas maybe the
corrosion has not as yet penetrated her
foreboding mind, a mind that in time will
be given to surrender, never to realize that
this volatile life will plunge her deeper, into
one shambolic life, whilst still trying to escape
from the previous. But! Who knows what ills she
was force to bear, what tribulations life brought
upon her, maybe her new found acquaintance
comfort her, listen to her sympathetically,
understanding her predicament, also a novelty
this sharing, this caring, respect and reverence
showered upon her, like solicitous petals
falling gracefully upon her shoulders,
removing the burdens of a lifetime.
                                                         Her head
began to lift higher and higher with every
mouthful of distant courage, every courteous act.
Then! A look of deep despair, as the bottle was
released from her reluctant deep red lips, a
senseless shake only proved her greatest fear.
Immediately to her aid, came one of her new found
companions, swiftly finishing his own endless gorge,
he commence to wipe the neck of his perpetual habit,
with his mucus soiled cuff less sleeve, before
passing it on to her veracious hand, his eyes eagerly
awaiting its return.
                            One can imagine when the long day
is over, the sun finally at rest, only the motley bench will be hers, only the best that fleet street can offer, will cover her chilled body, her metabolism soon accelerating, to become one with theirs, a license to enter their dissipation, only then will all options for her diminish, external metamorphosis soon to blend with inner corruption, life’s destruction almost completed!

                                        © Harry J Horsman

Copyright © harry horsman

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  1. Date: 1/6/2013 6:21:00 PM
    Nice to read your write this eve. Glad to see fine writing rewarded! Keep up the great work. Light & Love

  1. Date: 12/26/2012 7:49:00 PM
    Harry, stopping by to read this one again... thank you for taking me in to the deep image and yes she can,,, uplifting feeling.. it is nice to see women rise, when the days are burden with the stretched out longing for death to come... a good gripping poem ..enjoyed...LINDA

  1. Date: 12/20/2012 12:55:00 PM
    What a powerful write this is Harry and a well deserved win!

  1. Date: 12/19/2012 9:56:00 PM
    Harry, congratulations on giving Tracie, "What she rEaLlY rEaLlY WaNt-ed" always~ PD.....

  1. Date: 12/19/2012 5:19:00 AM
    This is an outstanding write my dear friend Harry! So unique as well! Congratulations on your well-deserved super win! love/hugs, LG

  1. Date: 12/18/2012 5:25:00 PM
    yayyyy, you are high on the list just as you deserve to be with this incredible winning poem, harry. Congrats to you, my friend.

  1. Date: 12/18/2012 11:39:00 AM
    Hi Harry great view of life of some people, glad I am not one, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 12/18/2012 11:27:00 AM
    Harry congrats on your big win, loved this first time around...David

  1. Date: 12/18/2012 1:42:00 AM
    Congratulations on your win harry , happy to share a spot with you xx

  1. Date: 12/18/2012 12:11:00 AM
    Great one Harry, thats life on the other side of the coin.. Well not life maybe existing is a better word.....Seren

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 7:25:00 PM
    I was so engrossed in reading this brilliant prose, Harry! So well written! It's so sad how her character took the descent, but that's reality... and giving a situation like that, only by God's grace do we rise. Awesome job. Thank you for reading "Loving You" and for the kind compliment. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you and your family. Always, Annalise

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 5:04:00 PM
    Harry, this one is so deep and profound and quite moving, enjoyed, thnx for sharing!! Jag

  1. Date: 12/17/2012 11:30:00 AM
    Hello Harry, what a tremendous write this is my friend. Rollo

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 9:24:00 PM
    very well done. I feel a deep sadness in reading this piece. Warm thoughts, Ralph

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 10:10:00 AM
    wow, what an amazing character study of someone whose life is being totally transformed but for the worse. I love how you can focus on just one thing or one person and give your all to the description of the circumstance. very well done, Harry!

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 8:46:00 AM
    you have a real skill in describing and making a story of such a small incident, this is a wondrous read xx

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 8:19:00 AM
    WOW! Harry; This is some story/poem. You have painted a very clear picture for all of us to see. Thanks for sharing this piece with us. Lucilla

  1. Date: 12/16/2012 6:17:00 AM
    Harry wow, I love the description you paint here and the story as a whole is just riveting, very well done ...David