BEYOND THE RIVER
Funnels derricks masts and jibs
abut foreboding foggy skies
where heavens bodies hide unseen
the tidal flow denied their light
and all that’s seen by squinting eye
the ghosts of steamers, barges, wherries
tugging straining ropes and buoys
along the heaving river banks
unseen unheard beyond those banks
the restaurants the pubs the clubs
with busy street sounds, neon spilling
neath the same foreboding skies
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: October 7th, 2019 01:09
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
Wonderful Michael, I was there as your words took me to that place.
Super artwork as well.
Thanks Andy - I remember once being impressed when on a boat on the Thames how quiet and remote it all was from the life on shore.
Very true Michael, the peace found when on water can be quite profound.
Good write and pic M. Is Miss Berles going up the river with a paddle - or up the creek?
She's got the paddle but no creek - going nowhere slowly.
Composed to poetic perfection the life beyond a river in these lyrical and informative lines Michael - - super read and wonderful watercolour.
I always appreciate your kind woprds Fay - thank you.
Those all seeing UK cloud lined skies. So much detail in your piece today ME. The capture of the artists eye.
Thanks dusk. Always appreciate your comments.
Both yours and Fay's pieces today inspired me to write 'shriek'.
Well it more than paid off - it's a great piece dusk.
ANGELA HERE (Midnight MON / TUE !) Coudnt resist having a pop @ this one. HI UNCLE MIKE ! Love the spooky painting - the more I looked at it the more I saw ! Love the descriptive poem ~ a bit BETJEMANESQUE ? Excellent !
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Blesiings to YOU & YOURS
LOVE ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
I'm flattered with the BJ reference - pleased tou like my version of ski lifts (if that's what they are lol )
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