NO GOLD TO GLISTEN
Illumined by the embers glow
that glimmer still in darkest tracts
as hope falls damp on smouldering coal
where victims of the bowstring lie.
By natures impulses that wane.
and truth grains fail in barren lands
the pledges made are all transgressed
by solemn doctrines entertained.
All hope contained in crescent form
is tossed upon unquieted seas
which wash the shores of solitude
where blood falls cold on wave-wet stone.
These places not for novice eyes
No hope to consummate repose
No gold to glisten on the hand.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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That gold may not glisten on the hand but it certainly glistens within your words Michael.
Thanks Andy
Yes, a golden write and pic Michael.
ta - miss Berles is single - will she ever marry?
She got all that family and relatives anyway, e.g. Ram Berles, Cob Berles. How went the Cobberling for you?
After a bit of practice I decided I needed a Chinese type brush which has a fine point and large barrel to hold the wash. Will get one and have another go.
So many layers to this.
I was drawn to the title as I was writing about a spix macaw and the golden branches it would perch upon.
So pleased you like the title. I had the title in mind (or at least the last line of the poem) and tried to weave an intrigue leading up to it.
What a wonderful tale to write, and I hope you wipe away the blood from those wet atones.
The stones are now dry - thanks so much Kevin.
Wonderful metaphors used in this intriguing write Michael - loved every line. - -and wow - that watercolour is so expertly brushed in too.
The ruins in Bradgate Park painted about 18 months ago. Thank you so much Fay - it was fun to paint and fun to write.
thoroughly enjoyed , a cracking poem without a shadow of a doubt... N
You're too kind - cheers N
Love the way you took my imagination and wove a mystery of lost imaginings, half touched victories and sorrow as i read on.
Got a headache now, ... dunno what it was all about really but it was a damned good read.
Not sure I know what's it all about either but it was fun to write - cheers dusk.
Burlington Bertie got any gold? I'm sure there's some in Burlington Shopping Arcade in London. Very posh. you can even have your shoes cleaned by a valet sort of person - for a price!
Ah yes but you miss the bargains if you rise at 10.30 like what BB did.
A woeful tale poignant and respectfully told Michael, Beautiful write
You're a gent - thanks Andrew.
well written, good stuff
Ah bless - ta muchly.
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