THEY DANCE
Beneath the opalescent skies
In filtered rays in misty glades
The apparitions soon emerge
And dance in nebulosity.
-
Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2018 00:01
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
- Users favorite of this poem: LIGHT WARRIOR, Lauraš», Lorna.
Offline)
Comments11
Beautiful Michael.
Thanks Andy
A lovely write and pic M, of opa-wotsit and nebu-wotsit. I can't say these long words! heehee.
I love to show off - not that i have a clue as to what they mean - was that you dancing in the glade ?
DANCE MICHAEL ~ Is the oldest Art Form and soon it will be STRICTLY SEASON again. ANGELA is thrilled she can get it in NEW ZEALAND. She is a born Dancer and it teaching me all the Spanish Dances including the Flamenco ~ Tight Black Trousers & Cuban Heels ! She is also teaching me Latin~American ~ like the Argentinian Tango. Love your POEM today ~ like you i adore the infinity of the English Language and confusing STEVE ! Please check AUTUMN HAIKU ~ you will love the Spanish Guitar ~ Mystical ~ Your as always BRIAN š
Nice work. Good imagery--both the words and the picture.
Very nice...brief to the point and can relate
Great job...
Thanks so much Jason - really appreciate you looking in.
Michael,
Iāve been reading your poem over and over! Your choice of words keep dancing in my mind!
Iām enjoying the read and the ādanceā!
Beautiful art piece!
Have a wonderful Saturday!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura - we have a scarecrow festival in the village today along with an art exhibition in the School down the lane from me. As you can guess it's all been a bit hectic and about to go back down to collect the cash tin for safe overnight keeping.
So pleased you like my little write.
Donāt run away with that š·tinā! š
oooooo shades of Celtic woodlands in the mist....... let's go hug a tree! I once knew an woman whose Italian husband left her to run away to England to become a Druid.... with a young nymph of course..... she just sighed and said "he's old, bald and broke - she won't stay long"....... what got me going on that! Having gone off like that should add that I love your imagery and words of course!!!
Would you believe I was actually hugging a tree first thing this morning. I was tying a notice a notice to its trunk and trying to reach round for the string. (Notice about Art exhibition - see reply to Laura above). I might be old but at least I'm not bald and broke Thanks for your kind words Lorna.
Ha ha - wonder what the neighbors thought!
Yes, me dancing! I dunno what they mean either. Does Miss Berles know?!
She's looking it up with her friend Dick Shonrey.
Aaah the dance of my muse cavorting through the ether.
You can't beat a good cavort. š
Beautiful ā¤ļø Good write.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.