The Wish

She dwells in mermaid majesty
a princess of the sea.
Hears the music of it all
in liquid symphonies.

She knows the calm
(the blue)
The constant flow of life
in water’s peace.

She has the sun’s warmth
to caress her natural nakedness.

Charm, grace, beauty beyond
compare, and, the gift of
speech to mystical creatures of
the deep in haunting songs that
will always be a mystery to
the likes of you and me

but yet….

her heart desires more.

A fire in her soul burns bright.
One lone candle through the 
longest nights of her 
aquatic infinity.

There is something she 
must fulfil.

An ache that’s held her
since its make….

For, she wishes she 
could fly, just like faeries
through the sky, and go to
places never seen except in
past’s far distant dreams.

A gentle swish.
A whooshing swirl (or
was it Neptune’s trident’s twirl?)

From out of nowehere
bubbles form and into these
her wishes born.

Somehow she takes off
into the sky, and, as I 
watch her fly I realise
that we too can… 

Give life to our
dreams.

~*~

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Jack the Ripper

Whitechapel area Victorian London

 

 

No star studded nights shine their light here, amidst the slums and fallen.
He waits nondescript, watching the street women work in the thickest of London’s pea-souper fogs.
Pallid faces dressed up to the nines. Over-painted lips quivering and pinched noses, appearing bird-like from their shadows on the cobbled-stone street ‘neath the gaslights dim glow.
He listens as the women tout. Shout their cheapest prices to hordes of young men and other drunks who goof around as they leave the bar, steal each others top-hats or hitch the seat of each-others britches high, for a laughing rise.
He breathes in deep…mindful always, to keep his patience. The reward will soon be met when he would slice one of those lice-infested bitches.
Rats crawl along the base of the wall behind him but Jack smiles, this was his Whitechapel and nothing blooms amidst this filthy rack of life but lust and… his lust was just for their blood.

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Most of you will realise this is the story of the notorious serial killer who became widely known as Jack the Ripper. It is thought he began his killing spree in March/April 1888 and is not known when it ended. Over the last 123 years, there have been many theories over who exactly Jack the Ripper was. He was originally called The Whitechapel Murderer until a handwritten letter (supposedly from him) was sent to a newspaper signed, Jack the Ripper.
They speculated that he was a rich man slumming it who hated women, especially prostitutes. Or, he was a royal surgeon doing this with help to cover up one of Queen Victoria’s own Grandson’s (Prince Eddy) who supposedly had married one of the prostitutes, had a bastard child with her and the royal family wanted it all covered up. The Masonics were also suspected of being involved but, none of this was ever proven to be fact.

There’ve been many movies made about Jack the Ripper over the years. Even Johnny Depp made one in 2001 called From Hell, (which was the title of another ‘confession’ letter supposedly sent to the police by the real Jack the Ripper) at that time.

I’ve included three links to read about this story if anyone doesn’t know it and, wishes to.

Jack The Ripper
Jack the Rippers Identity uncovered
Royalty and Masonic Connections and Jack the Ripper

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