Song Of The Happy Prostitute By Daphne Du Maurier Poem by Shaun Cronick

Song of the happy prostitute

Why do they picture me as tired and old,
selling myself with sorrow,
just to gain a few dull pence,
to shield me from the rain.

This is one of two poems written by,
the great author Daphne du Maurier.
The other is untitled.
They were found in early 2019 stuffed,
behind a picture of Daphne in a bathing costume.
Written in the late 1920's when she was 20.
Before Rebecca and Jamaica Inn.
Although people persist in calling her romantic,
She was really a darker, Gothic writer.
Daphne Du Maurier is one of my favourite authors.
And my daughter's called Rebecca.
Her name I chose from Daphne's great Gothic novel.

Untitled Daphne Du Maurier Poem

When I was ten, I thought the greatest bliss,
Would be to rest all day on hot sand under a burning sun.
Time has slipped by, and finally I've known,
The lure of beaches under exotic skies.
And find my dreams to be misguided lies.
For God! How dull it is to rest alone.

Daphne du Maurier (13 May 1907-19 April 1989)