Preying At The Ten Bells

Rating: 4.7
As the night creeps in,
Smoke from London's hearths descend,
Swirling - dancing with the fog,
Haloing gaslights with a thickened haze,
Cloaking a flash of a six inch blade

Shadows become a blackened abyss
Frightened stragglers scurry to a place that's secure and bliss.
For a murderous madman has terrorized this den
Of prostitution and the criminally bent.

On the East End, where self-respect isn't known,
Lives poverty and predation in a marriage of woe.
Four pence for a bed in public housing
To be turned out if you're short a farthing.

Compassion isn't known on these cobblestone streets.
Christ Church is Whitechapel's only sanctuary;
An edifice that towers over a public house
Where denizens of the East End are known to carouse.

‘Tis a place a predator can come to prey
To exalt in bawdy hymnals with a drink.
Espying whores for a sacrificial blade.
At The Ten Bells there are plenty to slay.

A gal must work in these desperate times.
A stiff drink will help her fortify
To face the darkness into the phantom's abode.
A peril everyone on the East End knows.

Off goes Mary Jane Kelly,
A green-eyed lass that's somewhat pretty.
She hesitates at the threshold and takes a deep breath
Wish her well on her business endeavor
And pray she doesn't encounter Jack the Ripper.
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: history,london,murder,terror
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COMMENTS
Shaun Cronick 19 January 2021
As we are related I shall follow you closely.
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Thomas Coston 19 October 2020
Thanks to all who took the time to read and comment on my poem. This is the first time I've had my work featured as a member poem. Who knows if it will happen again. Again, thanks for your gracious comments.
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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 October 2020
Keen observations noted and created in poem, Most deserving this choice by Poem Hunter and Team, I have enjoyed every line in this marvelous poem. CONGRATULATIONS as The Member Poem Of The Day.5 Stars full vote. The scenes and observations very well captured, since I know London too. But poet Thomas Sir. likes bit eerie things as a true citizen of London, the poet's conclusion in the last line of the last stanza. Wonderful!
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Mahtab Bangalee 18 October 2020
‘Tis a place a predator can come to prey To exalt in bawdy hymnals with a drink. Espying whores for a sacrificial blade. At The Ten Bells there are plenty to slay.....great write about the terrorizing mind thru the thick darkness of night beside the holiness of mind; your descriptive words are very thrilling to read; congrats for being selected as POD...5****
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L Milton Hankins 18 October 2020
An exceptionally well-written poem depicting London's Whitehapel and the terrible things that went on there.
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Hannatu Adamu 18 October 2020
This is extremely sad!
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Shaun Cronick 18 October 2020
Well done and congratulation's to you Thomas. Your poem most deserving of Member Poem of the Day. And this is the first time a more than finely written/imagined darkness poem to any recollection has earned that accolade. For that, again the highest salutations and kudos to you Thomas. You are the best writer of horror/darkness on this site, thank you and take care.
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Cowboy Ron Williams 18 October 2020
Very entertaining, Thomas! Congrats on poem of the day!
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Dr Dillip K Swain 18 October 2020
Thought provoking....a poignant write! Many congratulations for this great work of yours being featured today as Poem of the Day! Top ??
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Edward Kofi Louis 18 October 2020
Shadows! ! Blackened abyss! ! With the muse of Jack the Ripper! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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