SHE WAITS
Beyond the hills and sweeping dales
that form the same terrestrial curve
in green and dank and darkened shade
the lands where superstitions bide
a place where glistening, gossamer webs
reach out and grasp the passing form
which seeks a resting place within
a churchyard where her forbears lie
the vault still firmly closed she stays
the wrong side of the door.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This painting was the one which was presented to the leader of the village and now hangs in the communities 'Village Hall'.
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May she be waiting for a long time. Good write Michael and fabulous artwork.
Thanks Andy - should have said it's a Bangladesh village. I was provided with photos to work from.
A fine write and pic M. I keep asking 'Should I meet these gals (any ages) in the poems on this site?!' Well, I could meet Miss Berles.
Don'r blame Miss Berles - it's not her vault.
I thought this was gonna be a poem about a gal waiting for a No.7 bus. No?! When will it arrive?
Depends which is the wrong side of the door.
I had in mind Goldilocks until i realised she had only three bears unlike this lucky girly who had forebears.
Pray there are no tremors for that vaulted door may fall ajar and her whispy form escape.
Who first will fall prey?
Great mystical verse from you today.
Thanks as ever da - who knows who the prey will be.
Reminds me of Martha's vineyard... let her wait
Excellent Michael goosebumps
A touch of the enigma - thanks Andrew.
Thanks UNCLE MIKE ~ Very ethnic picture ~ it evokes all the senses ! Great spooky poem ! In my experience the OUTSIDE of a Sepulchare is the best SIDE to be ! We*ve watched too many MUMMY Films !
Blessings & Love in all your POETRY & ART
YOURS ~ ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Could be she's locked inside - just could be - ta A&B
A delightful poem and a smashing watercolour too.... they go together well.... Neville
Kind of you to say so - thanks so much Neville.
What an entertaining poem and a pic of a village that time forgot
And continues to forget - flooded each year and yet still thriving. Thanks Suresh.
Love the language of your poem. It flows smoothly. A dark scenario of either entrapment and fortuitous fortune, though, rather Poe-like, causes one to wonder who is she? Why is she there? Enjoyed the thought. - Phil A.
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