Michael Edwards






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.







  • orchidee

    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.

    • Michael Edwards

      You have to be found before you can be lost - errrr - mmmm - perhaps I'd better think about that. What?

      • orchidee

        Miss Berles lost some syllables?!

      • Goldfinch60

        Beautiful write Michael, some people do listen and understand.

        Like the artwork very much. (Less is more?)

        • Michael Edwards

          A few ink marks made with a twig and some simple washes - can be so effective - thanks Andy.

          • Goldfinch60

            So true to those who have the knowledge.

          • Fay Slimm.

            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.

            • Michael Edwards

              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

            • orchidee

              You mean marsh-mellows?!

              • Michael Edwards

                No - marrows. A great fruit before they started picking them too young while the skins are still bitter and calling them courgettes.

              • ANGELA & BRIAN

                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 ๐Ÿงก

                • Michael Edwards

                  Thanks - yes all very abstract - will look out your fusion later.

                • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

                  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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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