TALE OF THE BOY HARPER

TALE OF THE BOY HARPER

A Poem by SHEEMA HUQ

during

 the bleak, cool dusk,

in the murky depths of

the most virile quarter

of the cobbled latin slum

meekly lay alone,

a petrified & distraught,

young boy harper,

 

 with

 no other option but

to abruptly scarper,

following a fractious

encounter with the

stern organ grinder,

 

 his

 sole keeper & master,

notorious, not only for his,

unrepentantly ferocious

temper, yet also as a

devious, vile exploitative,

child trafficker,

 

 this

  life changing incident,

was to occur after,

young boy harper,

had steamed with

irrepressible laughter,

ya ha ra ha ha!

witnessing his most

humiliated, master

 

 fall

 and split open, his finest

flannel trousers, while

dancing the tarantella,

and with no time to say,

 

 "farewell"

  to the ice-cream

seller, a sly, cautious

yet prim, amiable fella,

nor to the large lady

fortune teller, with her

loyal yet mischievous

prized parakeet,

 

 who

 would give him plums

and bread with cheese,

ensuring he was  

groomed and clean,

 

 but

  alas, he defencelessly,

fled, finally finding

temporary shelter, in

an isolated area, it

 

 being

 a draughty disused

old wine cellar, with a

discreet sandstone

exterior, while his

 

 now

  former master, with

no concerns, what so

ever, other than

his very own personal

 

 tender,

  cruelly dismissed

young boy harper,

as a mere burden &

an ungrateful betrayer

who had duly left

 

 forever

© 2013 SHEEMA HUQ


Author's Note

SHEEMA HUQ
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oh no!!! it too long for my attention span !! A.D.D. attacks again. I will read it again when I have more time. I need to remember to breath when I read, ' cause a long piece almost causes me asphyxisation (sp?) OK fine, Ill try reading it again..

OK, so boy Harper escaped, right? for all my multiple direction in my poetry, I am kind of a literalist when it comes to understanding others... So he escaped, is that correct? I must sound dumb..

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

11 Years Ago

thanks anyway Paul for dropping by, for most this is not an expecially long composition yet I certa.. read more
Paul Seaman

11 Years Ago

I hope it is okay to say what I think. I do think you are really good at this and would like to hel.. read more



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terrific tale expertly woven......but PLUMS....not PLUMBS......easy to do

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

11 Years Ago

oh thanks, and terrific of you to stop by with such a wonderful review, thanks also for pointing out.. read more
thank you Sheema
for shining your art on this very dismal subject
nice story telling
a witness to liberation...
Ya Mon...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHEEMA HUQ

11 Years Ago

Hi riskrapper, yes indeed a traumatic subject, and perhaps the poem prompts questions about boy harp.. read more

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Added on February 20, 2013
Last Updated on February 21, 2013
Tags: HARPS, HARPISTS, CHILD TRAFFICKING, POEMS, street entertainers, runaways, children, poetry

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SHEEMA HUQ
SHEEMA HUQ

LONDON , ENGLAND, United Kingdom



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