BY CRAFTSMEN LONG SINCE DEAD
With moving sun the light had changed
suffused in welcome self-content
in lands where once fine poets dwelt
and though retracing ancient tracks
a different man from yesterday.
Through sites of crumbling stone he passed
and read the slab carved elegies
like pages thumbed by many hands
the lichened cast of poetry
engraved by craftsmen long since dead.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A fine write and pic M. Looks like a village church a few miles from us.
Is it where Mrs M goes?
Well no, not that particular church, but one a bit nearer. I've still not had that chin-wag with her and her hubby over coffee after church. She's in Brussels or elsewhere sometimes.
So appealingly written I felt I was on that distant walk around crumbling gravestones adorned in engravings by long-dead masons - -- another fine piece of artwork too Michael.
Thanks Fay
How very eloquently expressed Michael and true....... Your watercolour might easily be the St' Crispin Hospital Chapel I got married in..... Neville
A touching reach back in time to those to whom we are all connected to Michael.
BRAVO
Here lies a rotting poet
whos quill duth write no more
His rhythm and rhyme so sorely missed
By many a bawdy whore.
Reminds me of my feelings in graveyards where i am mindful of the work that has taken place to lay these bodies to rest and the stonework we all see. Most profoundly felt when i encountered the gravestones of an unknown relative with whom my father had spent time as a child. A whole gamut of feelings that day.
Just as in your poem, I'm sure the structure was made by a craftsman too.
Well crafted
Beautiful words Michael, I beleive many of us have been on that walk.
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