SHE WAITS

Michael Edwards

 

 

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.

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2019 00:57
  • 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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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    May she be waiting for a long time. Good write Michael and fabulous artwork.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Andy - should have said it's a Bangladesh village. I was provided with photos to work from.

    • orchidee

      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.

      • Michael Edwards

        Don'r blame Miss Berles - it's not her vault.

        • orchidee

          I thought this was gonna be a poem about a gal waiting for a No.7 bus. No?! When will it arrive?

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        • dusk arising

          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.

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks as ever da - who knows who the prey will be.

          • Andrew Charles Forrest

            Reminds me of Martha's vineyard... let her wait
            Excellent Michael goosebumps

            • Michael Edwards

              A touch of the enigma - thanks Andrew.

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              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 🧡🧡🧡🧡

              • Michael Edwards

                Could be she's locked inside - just could be - ta A&B

              • Neville

                A delightful poem and a smashing watercolour too.... they go together well.... Neville

                • Michael Edwards

                  Kind of you to say so - thanks so much Neville.

                • Suresh

                  What an entertaining poem and a pic of a village that time forgot

                  • Michael Edwards

                    And continues to forget - flooded each year and yet still thriving. Thanks Suresh.

                  • MendedFences27

                    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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