BENEATH
Beneath an ivory calcareous ridge
extending like a map below,
vague interspaces lay in mist
a sheltered fertile tract of land
where crocheted threads of hedgerows spread
their sinewed fingers far and wide.
Interspersed with hollowed oak
which linger there disguised in form
the remnants of forgotten lands
where ancient forests held domain
and now their mantling shadows thrown
across the quilted patchwork fields.
The only sound the pulsing breeze
throughout the lush green tranquil vale
beneath a cobalt sky.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Got my serious head on today.
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Housman survives.
Great write Michael, I could see it all in my minds eye.
It is very much in his vein even though calcareous cliffs are not synonymous with Shropshire. A county I love by the way and which is under appreciated. Thanks Andy.
I do enjoy your serious head Micheal 😊
Thanks Sylvia - much appreciated - it's only time constraints that stop me writing more serious work - it does take a lot longer to write than the light pieces.
I suppose I might be the opposite maybe. I really have to work hard to channel the light!
Probably says something about our dispositions lol 😊
A fine write and pic Michael. Got no calcy cliffs rounds here either. You know Cal Cliff?
I know Biff Cliff, and Griff Cliff and of course Cliff Cliff but can't recall Cal Cliff.
I'm off to bathe my tongue.
Love the SPRING TREES UNCLE MIKE : and the serious POEM ! You have a way with words (which I like !). In NATURE POEMS one should present a PICTURE one cn see & feel. I call them TONE POEMS and I might post one on SUNDAY (BRIAN & I allocate slots for Poems but don't dictate Structure or Subject !) Todays Poem is a COLLBORATION on our Mutual Love ! Love the final STANZA : Pulsing Breeze : Lush Green Tranquil Vale : Cobalt Sky : AWESOME ! I sense it : I scent it : I see it : AMEN !
Blessings and much Joyful
Yours ANGELA (10pm) 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Yes as in music the word tone is a great word to describe images invoked. Thanks so much for your generous endorsement - so much appreciated.
And then they dropped the bomb!
I could smell the cold earth and picture the forests before they robbed them for the ships with which to rule the waves and create our great empires of subjugated souls.
Sent me on a journey you did.
Hope you took your sandwiches - and some plonk of course. Cheers Dusk
Even though the print is black and white, your words have colored the landscape beautifully.
Thnx
Thanks Suresh - it's done in charcoal and I like the simplicity of small sketches,
Seen Mr Berle-Ington?
She's in Isl- Ington.
Hello Michael,
A beautiful, awesome write.
Keep writing FineB
Thanks so much FB
Those "lush green tranquil vales" seem to be everywhere in England. A beautiful country it is. Your poem describes this scene exactly, such that,I was there looking down at the "crocheted threads of hedgerows." "Interspersed with hollowed oaks" of long ago. And "the quilted patchwork fields" reminded me of a view from the South of England near where my wife grew up. Maybe, I just need to go back again. Lovely poem. Very nostalgic to me. Loved it. - Phil A.
Aw thanks Phil - a lovely comment which makes the effort of writing worth while. You sure must return - it's a lovely land (once you leave suburbia behind - lol)
So glad I caught this one Michael - the quiet you wrote into every line seeps into the psyche - - great read.
Bless you Fay - many thanks.
seriously good my friend.... N
Thanks Neville - much appreciated my friend.
even more than good.... N
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