A MELLOW PLACE
Beneath a star sown cloudless sky
where houses hung from peak to vale
white against the cliffs of stone
sea skirted carved by centuries
with sounds of laughter in the wind
a mellow place to settle down.
Against a wall she pensive read
poetic words of love foregone
recorded in her diaries
reflecting on her chilled resolve
by blinding facts of circumstance
the union ended now.
Her airs of grace mere garment worn
when thoughts returned with angry voice
in evidence of frequency
soon turned from flame to floating ash
and carried by the laughing winds
her drifting dreams afloat on waves.
An inartistic man of trade
she’d yielded to his many charms
but now with instincts archly weighed
she’d settled in her new domain
with sentient ears to hear her woes
received at common tables.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A fine write Michael. I admit I get lost in some more 'poetical' sorts of poems, or if cryptically explained, as in some things going 'over my hand'. No, not an aeroplane! lol.
You have to be found before you can be lost - errrr - mmmm - perhaps I'd better think about that. What?
Miss Berles lost some syllables?!
Beautiful write Michael, some people do listen and understand.
Like the artwork very much. (Less is more?)
A few ink marks made with a twig and some simple washes - can be so effective - thanks Andy.
So true to those who have the knowledge.
Got lost from the first line in your sensitive and finely crafted tale Michael - - one of your best for its flow and appeal - into my faves with this little gem and thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much Fay - this started out with the last line. I love the idea of her being accepted and sitting and relaxing with the locals
You mean marsh-mellows?!
No - marrows. A great fruit before they started picking them too young while the skins are still bitter and calling them courgettes.
THANKS UNCLE MIKE : An elegantly penned quartet of free verse sextets !
V 1. A mellow Place
V 2. A pensive Face
V 3. Betrayal of Grace
V 4. Completed Race
Love the Hockneyesque abstract ! As orientated it clearly depicts David Wallians executing his epic "Thames Swim" which echoes your Poem at an abstract level ! Yours as always BRIAN.
Please check our latest FUSION ~ Favorite Christmas Song / Carol ~ Which includes the Beryl Cook Nativity. Thanks A & B 🧡
Thanks - yes all very abstract - will look out your fusion later.
You paint such a beautiful canvas with melodic words that continually flow to express such a wonderful tale.
An excellent write, as usual, Michael. I loved it. 🙂
I'm really flattered - thank you so much Tamara
You're welcome, Michael. Keep up the great work!
You too Tamara
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