THEIR SANCTUARY
Interfusing shadows fall
from leprous trunks of ancient oak
and twisting boughs form canopies
beneath the rain washed skies.
Only motes are seen to stir
in narrow beams of light that strike
the forest floor in tonal light
where dryads seek their sanctuary.
Michael Edwards © July 2018
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: August 10th, 2018 00:32
- Comment from author about the poem: One of my looser watercolours - been working on a couple of commissions of late - will post them over the next day or so.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 32
- Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
Comments5
Beautiful write Michael, love the last line.
"where dryads seek their sanctuary."
Thanks Andy - I had my serious hat on when I wrote this piece.
Th serious hat does you justice - as of course does the not so serious hat.
That's kind of you to say so Andy - thank you.
You got that hat on there? You taken it off now? Not much point wearing a hat indoors! lol.
A fine write Michael. I forgot what dryads are!
You got any little acorns? From them mighty oaks grow, as is said!
What? You use acorns as flower pots? Are they big enough?
First class writing and painting Michael - - a delightful posting and a pleasure to catch your work.
Thanks Fay and thanks for the save.
A vivid, poignant write.
Thanks Michael
Beautiful and awesome.
The watercolour is beautiful!
Keep writing
FineB
So pleased you like it and thanks for the kind comment.
Thanks MIKE ~ Lovely forest scene love the visual too ~ more plese BRIAN. Please check Five Fabulos Females ~ Thanks B !
Thanks both - the more serious works of mine take longer to write and being so busy with the studio work at the moment time is precious.
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