NIGHT
On summer nights when darkness falls
and hedgeless highways join the sky
as closure’s made on postcard days
the sinking sun a bloodshot eye
To haunting notes of Danse Macabre
the adamantine breezes blow
and night time shadows pave the lawn
while unseen waters flow.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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That's me peeing in the bushes...drat! i thought i'd got away with it.
Your poem really has great flow and takes my mind to the edge of a place it can't quite go. Bloody interesting journey though as i look that bloodshot sun in the eye, on the edge of a precipice.
Better to have a pee in the shrubs than a pod in the stubs.
A thoughtful write M.
Erm, that not me in the bushes.....!
Can't be - it's hedgeless.
Beautiful words Michael.
Andy
https://youtu.be/z0glOYQBlSA
thanks Andy
anticipation of a sweet summer hopefully to come Thank you Michael
We can but hope.
HOLA TIO MICHAEL ~ Loving the BIG BIRD ~ shades of sesame street ! Thnaks for two balanced quatrains extolling the Unique Blessings of Summer. However we both have a passing knowledge of VIRUSES and the after effects of COVID 19 will persist well into Autumn. Our prediction is *When the Leaves begin to fall so will the Infections and the Deaths. January 2021 will herald a Brave New World ~ AMEN
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian 🧡🤍💙🤍🧡
Sadly there will be many victims in the meantime.
A classic write in which you capture the feel of summer moonlight - a lovely read.
Thank you Fay - pleased you liked it.
Superbly crafted and of the moment...
I can only imagine the number of tears being shed behind closed doors at this moment in time....
Stay safe,
Neville
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