Beneath umbrageous canopies
the contiguity of growth
forms adamantine barriers
where brambles arc in underwood.
There lost in damp obscurity
and muffled by the quaggy moss,
a stolid land with sounds unheard
in supernatural silences.
And in the grey of leaden dawn
the chilling tones of slate blue skies
reflect in drops of cold wet dew;
in lands where no men tread.
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Michael Edwards (
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As I see those lands ahead
Those lands where no men tread,
I see that wondrous piece of art
Which pulls me strongly to its heart.
So along those lands I'll go
And to that painting I will bow.
Andy
Ah that's a great response - thanks Andy.
It's all right for some, ain't it, being umbrageous! *Gets out dictionary*.
I know that quaggy moss, and horse manure, along a track, so deep I had to turn back and take the long route!
How are Miss Berles ram-berles these days? Where does she go?
Some say I'm very umbrageous - thick?
The force of your words along with the strength of texture and colour in your artwork makes this posting one to remember - into my faves with this little gem .................
I'm always in your debt dear Fay - I love writing these type of pieces but I find they do take a long time - this one was sitting in my draft tray for many days.
I know the feeling Mike - - some of my work takes an age to come near to what I intended to write.............. so glad you liked the piece on Absorbing my friend.
I see a |HOOFPRINT in your DAUB
A painting into *Paths not trod* of course
When I venture into *Lifes Hidden Orb*
I always saddle up my Horse !
It give me height & Horspower Might
Saves me a-pricking from the Gorse !
ANGELA HERE - Good Morning Uncle Mike !
Lovely symbiotic & ethereal Pic & Poem.
Like FAY I too have added both to my FAVES !
Love it when you wax lyrical
Love - Peace & Joy - ANGELA !
Thanks A&B - trying to wax at the moment but it keeps melting.
What? .. no slugs and creepy crawlies, no snot hanging from trees?
I wouldn't go to lands like that......
But this wonderful place you describe has me enthralled.... i wish to explore, indeed i already have. Re reading is so rewarding here.
The reality of places seldom romanced into poetry.
A must also for my fav's. You certainly can turn out some real beauties.
It's gracious comments like yours that spur me on and give me the encouragement to keep writing - I am in your det - thank you kind friend.
I swear I posted a comment here earlier....
It seems I was either wrong, or the site could of course be haunted... whatever the case, This is an impressive post Michael... Stay safe
Neville
A phantom comment in lands where no men tread. Thank you so much Neville.
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