NO GOLD TO GLISTEN

Michael Edwards

 

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.

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 30th, 2019 01:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    That gold may not glisten on the hand but it certainly glistens within your words Michael.

  • orchidee

    Yes, a golden write and pic Michael.

    • Michael Edwards

      ta - miss Berles is single - will she ever marry?

      • orchidee

        She got all that family and relatives anyway, e.g. Ram Berles, Cob Berles. How went the Cobberling for you?

        • Michael Edwards

          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.

        • sylviasearcher

          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.

          • Michael Edwards

            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.

          • kevin browne

            What a wonderful tale to write, and I hope you wipe away the blood from those wet atones.

            • Michael Edwards

              The stones are now dry - thanks so much Kevin.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Wonderful metaphors used in this intriguing write Michael - loved every line. - -and wow - that watercolour is so expertly brushed in too.

              • Michael Edwards

                The ruins in Bradgate Park painted about 18 months ago. Thank you so much Fay - it was fun to paint and fun to write.

              • Neville

                thoroughly enjoyed , a cracking poem without a shadow of a doubt... N

              • dusk arising

                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.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Not sure I know what's it all about either but it was fun to write - cheers dusk.

                • orchidee

                  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!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Ah yes but you miss the bargains if you rise at 10.30 like what BB did.

                  • Andrew Charles Forrest

                    A woeful tale poignant and respectfully told Michael, Beautiful write

                  • psychofemale

                    well written, good stuff



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