Thank you to everyone who participated in this week’s photo prompt. Some posts have been reblogged, but please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today.
The photograph was taken on our recent tip to Wales at an abandoned mine. The buildings still stand in ruins, the stream that washed the ore still tumbles down the hillside, but both the daily, dangerous struggle for survival and the dreams of wealth are gone…
Mine
Where now the songs of those whose toil
From sunrise until midnight oil
Wrest precious ichor from the earth
Yet did not profit from its worth?
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Where now the child whose sunlit hours
Sought the hidden, darker flowers
Paid with pennies, bread to feed
The miners of a deeper greed.
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Where now the women, those who wept
While those with silken pillows slept
Who watched their children fall asleep,
No more to wake, no more to weep.
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Where now the profits of their toil,
With sweat and blood hewn from the soil?
To those who mined and those who gained…
“Mine,” said the Earth, but earth remained.
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Kim at Writing in North Norfolk
Sharmishtha at The Heart Beats On
Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway
Shadeau Bourne-Harbord at Lines of Shadeau
Helen Jones at Journey to Ambeth
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Your lines are SO beautiful, Sue! And, thanks for the mention 🙂
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Thank you for aking part, Shadeau!
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Most welcome–enjoyed 🙂
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Thank you!
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Some great responses here, and your own poem is very moving, Sue.
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There are, Ken. And thank you.
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