LAST STREET STANDING
In terraced ranks
of brick and slate
they stand in rows
and wait their fate.
The street lies in
abandoned zones
deserted now
the cobbled stones.
And all that’s seen
on darkest nights
the distant red
of rear tail lights.
By day exposed
as light breaks through
a barren land
a desolate view.
An empty scape
where bleak wind blows
where buddleia
and nettle grows.
Where rotting wood
and old tin sheets
and bricks and rubble
lie in heaps.
In terraced ranks
of brick and slate
they stand in rows
and wait their fate.
lll
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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It is so sad to see communities abandoned and awaiting the money men to destroy them and build pockets fro their money. Good write Michael.
Has that wheel come in use again Michael.
Yes used again plus a credit card with grooves cut in it. I've done several of these experimental pieces.
Well they work.
A fine write and pic Michael. is that 'ill' (fate) at the end, or did those letters creep in? Part of a town centre street here is becoming semi-derelict, with shop closures, etc.
Meanwhile, I will get me credit card out and have a bash!
Actually when I write a piece I photocopy it for the album. If I return to it and tweak it further I put those marks at the bottom to remind me to take another copy to replace the one in the album. in this case I forgot to remove the marks.
In serious mode today.
Good job Michael.
Leaves me in awe every single time.
Thank you Nicholas for your continuing encouragement. So much appreciated.
I think it could be taken as 'ill' (fate), with it left in. Or it could be 'I'll' (I will), but with no connection to the poem! I'm rambling now, with Ram Berles.
Shall I delete it? Could use it somewhere else - unless you want it.
I'll (I will) be able to use it somewhere I expect. Can ya send it to me?!
Will do - in a PM.
You contacting the Prime Minister? She (the current PM anyway) goes with hubby to a local-ish church. I've not hob-nobbed over coffee with them yet, nor discussed the state of the nation. Erm, what Goldie says about politicians opening their mouths?
Don't hob nob with her. after her speech yesterday you could get yourself a bad name if you're seen with her. Don't want you to get ill - darn it - just used up one of your llls.
She might not be there the Sundays I go there (not my regular church). She may in Brussels or somewhere. I've ruined me credit card now, painting with it. It's still in date.
Thanks UNCLE MIKE : A perfect Poem (in structre & sentiment) and complemented by a very stark Painting ! You are setting the bar high again (which I applaud) Seven balanced Quatrains with a consistent Rhyme Pattern (xaxa xbxb etc !). Loved every WORD. Brian tells me that Street Demolition and Rebuilding is de rigour in many Northern Cities. Its gone 10pm here so something to sleep on ! BRIAN & I have gone MICKEY & MINNIE MAD today enjoy !
Blessings & much JOY
ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡
So pleased you enjoyed it - I steered away from 'classical' language in this one and it seems to read well. Thanks so much Angela.
Love the smooth flow of these lines as they tell their sad tale - your abillity to draw and pen a picture is amazing my friend.
Thanks so much Fay but I'm in great company
A great ob... I consider myself so very lucky.. it seems to be happening almost everywhere these days.... such a shame, such a waste...
Indeed - I am so grateful that I live away from the great conurbations - the trouble is that every field surrounding our village is ripe for development .
understood... underdevelopment sucks tho ...
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