Michael Edwards

BENEATH A PEWTERED SKY

BENEATH A PEWTERED SKY

 

 

Where curling flames and wandering smoke

left formless layers of blackened ash he stood upon a charcoaled cloak,

quiescent in a forlorn land

with captive tears that failed to fall the hurt he held in ungloved hand

and slowly raising punctured arms

the ashes settled on his feet and on his blistered palms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © March 2017