IN FRAMES OF ANTIQUE GOLD
Embowered within a leafy glade
where virtues vapours float in air
inhaled in spectres fervency
released by Prospero’s wand.
Flexile dreams unleavened yet
will rise to inspiration’s zest
presentiments of what will be
maintain a station deep within.
As ships which rail upon the sea
and thoughts which float on dimpled plains
when furnished by a pen these dreams
will sit in frames of antique gold.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A tad enigmatic. I would welcome critiques, comments and interpretations - (said he bravely).
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I see a persons mind creating a painting within them before putting it onto canvas.
That's about right Andy - but others may see it differently?
Yes, somewhat like Goldie says, I agree. Or are we the antique frame - very old, that is?!
I knew Ann Tique back in 1066 - she was on the tea trolley.
Ahh lol. Evening going OK?!
Not doin' so bad - - about to get in my jimmies. Bottle of shiraz today - not as good as merlot - think I'll get myself a toffee. Have you had one tonight?
Nope - I've gone to bed! Well, I've got up now.....
GOOD MORNING UNCLE MIKE : Very oriental Picture an area I am exploring a bit while in NZ ! You are waxing lyrical ! I am a Romantic : one of brother Corben's "Stupid (Love besotted) Women !" I interpret your enigmatic Ode as : Someone in LOVE : sliding deeper & deeper into a relationship without counting the cost ! My interpretations of Romance are always encapsulated in a "Frame of Antique Gold" !
Love in the Muse : ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
It was a quick sketch painted from imagination - still puzzling over why 'Stupid Woman' should be regarded as misogynistic - if their roles were reversed (ie she called him a stupid man) would the same criticism be levelled?
But I do fully agree it was totally out of order to use the term - even if it was true (said he with tongue in cheek).
Michael,
I agree, this write is a “tad enigmatic”! As I’m reading and read the words “Prospero’s wand”, it immediately made me think of the Tempest! I can’t get that play’s message out of my mind!
I need to reread it a few times and come back to you with a comment.
Love the painting!
~Laura~
The sheer magic of the wand - should have worn his cloak when I wrote it - now I'm being enigmatic again - it's one of those days. Thanks for looking and I look forward to your further thoughts in due course.
My immediate reaction is that you may be writing about your own art.. and may be imagining it set and mounted within a golden frame.. I may be miles off mark but hey....
"It was mine Art,
When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out."....
and so say all of us.. N
Reads well - truth is I didn't have a clear view as to what I was writing about - I simply wrote for the love words - thanks Neville.
my pleasure sir
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