Oyster Shucking - Factory Girls

Oyster Shucking - Factory Girls

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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In the slums of London, 11 year olds

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look at the dark subdued eyes
and grubby faces of three children
not a trace of a smile detected

pretty little girls who work at
the cannery shucking oysters from
shells prised open with sharp knives

outside the factory gates
the year is 1911 the photographer
harvests hardship in monochrome

stark poverty stares back
lives drained in the same way the
photographic image is devoid of colour

smock dresses torn filthy and patched
ill fitting laced boots yet it’s their hands
those calloused little hands

wrapped in bandages knotted ties
around small gashed fingers
that hurt and cry out the most

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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It was a hard life when child labor was not only allowed but depended upon by many poverty stricken families. The children couldn't go to school because they were needed to work in the fields, the sweatshops and refineries, the canneries and the stables. Thankfully, those days are behind us and even those children are gone. But it wasn't so long ago that kids still worked all day in the fields in summer and went back to school in fall. I was one of them. I remember I couldn't wait for school to start. School meant new shoes, a few new clothes and not having to be out in the fields at dawn. But we raised our own food and mother canned and froze anything not cooked right away. When I was ten or so we finally got running water and shortly after, an indoor toilet. I thought we had suddenly got rich.

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Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Fabian for your interesting share. Children certainly had a tough time a century ago. Than.. read more



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children mind you. emotionally charged. surely not an easy way to earn a living. unpleasant, vivid imagery that tugs at heartstrings. it's as if their lives have been shucked and their souls taken and thrown in a pile.

Posted 20 Hours Ago


Chris Shaw

19 Hours Ago

That photograph broke my heart. Their eyes were dead. We have moved on but this is still happening i.. read more
Chris,
You, too huh? When I encounter those Dickensian pictures, my reaction is the same as yours... I wonder did they get to become adults, have children and families of their own? Did they reminisce about the hard times, or did they die without any relief? Humanity has a sad history, for sure.
Vol

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Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thanks Vol. Those old photos really allow the mind to wander. I find them fascination. So many thoug.. read more
It was a hard life when child labor was not only allowed but depended upon by many poverty stricken families. The children couldn't go to school because they were needed to work in the fields, the sweatshops and refineries, the canneries and the stables. Thankfully, those days are behind us and even those children are gone. But it wasn't so long ago that kids still worked all day in the fields in summer and went back to school in fall. I was one of them. I remember I couldn't wait for school to start. School meant new shoes, a few new clothes and not having to be out in the fields at dawn. But we raised our own food and mother canned and froze anything not cooked right away. When I was ten or so we finally got running water and shortly after, an indoor toilet. I thought we had suddenly got rich.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Fabian for your interesting share. Children certainly had a tough time a century ago. Than.. read more
Great writing Chris. My mind immediately when to the early 1900's from the first line.
It was a different time back then and it was harsh for children that had to work in coal mines to. So many died later in life from lung disease.

Your poem reflects what today would be considered child abuse. Good descriptions in this bring the sadness to light.


Posted 2 Weeks Ago


I can not only see this. I can feel the steel of the knives and hear the cutting.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you Ken for stopping by and sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated. Have a good weekend. read more

It's the kind of photographs you refer to & which clearly provided the inspiration for what is essentially a magnificent portrait of poverty that carry and convey the truth from one generation to another and which are absolutely necessary to demonstrate where we have once been & to prick our moral conscience .. I too am saddened by such images but we should not try to deny them there are far too many trying to change history or to obliterate it & it is crucial that we learn from it .. An historically accurate and splendidly crafted and likewise important little portraiture our Chris .. Neville


Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

I agree Neville, it is importantly that our history isn’t wiped out. I love these old photographs... read more
i went to myanmar a few years ago, and while i had a good time there, i also had witnessed child labour. your nrrative explores the past and the way we have evolved as a society. i hope this is the last generation to see such practices in the global south as well.
so, reading this work was a moving experience that brought up personal memories. very descriptive, and the way the text makes us feel things without demanding it requires a skilled and restrained pen.
thank you for sharing.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Many thanks Ern. I very much hope child labour is completely eradicated. The eyes on the little girl.. read more
Children were the true victims of history and that hurts the most. You make the pain palpable.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Sapphus, your thoughts on this poem, very much appreciated.

Chris
Shades of the Great Charles Dickens with this bleak appraisal of life in London in past days. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Certainly was a bleak photograph Tony. Couldn’t put those faces out of my mind. Thank you so much... read more

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Chris Shaw
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