To echoes of each trivial sound
heard only by the waves of faith
beyond the land’s firm bearing
her smothered judgement now outrun
she swims the oceans searching for
the shibboleth red herring.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Those red herrings are so misleading and so hard to find with truth.
OK what strange implementation did you use for the intriguing artwork, I doubt a brush was in sight.
No - no paint brush at all. The method is known as dendritic painting and rather than explain it here is a link to a demo - not very good but it will give you the idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOMS2Swk_4I
A fine write and pic Michael. The pic looks like a heart to me. Is it Herr Ring, or Herr Berles?
No - it's Dinga Ring.
Brought to mind the trivial sounds being made by a certain robed anglican with a somewhat superior/arrogant personna at the ceremony in Normandy yesterday. Trivially going thru the oral tradition of a defunct religious power base to men who fought, lost and survived to be treated to words of little consequence.
What is the meaning of it all ? No meaningful answers are heard, red herrings offered in the guise of "moving in mysterious ways".
Pompous medievaists one and all. Red herrings served on silver platters.
Hello Michael.
A superb write and brilliant addition to the collection.
Keep writing FineB
thanks so much FineB - much appreciated.
an intriguing little poem that had me thinking .... and only when I resorted to Google which is a relatively new but increasingly common shibboleth did it suddenly dawn on me... we learn something new every day.. thank you Michael.... Neville
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