Michael Edwards

DAYS END

 

 

DAY’S END

 

 

The men will return

Ravenous of appetite

Crops are all gathered

 

Working the bellows 

Flames leap into the night sky

Long shadows are cast

 

The coals are red hot

The kneaded dough has risen

The smell of fresh bread

Comments6

  • Goldfinch60

    Thee very good 5-7-5s Michael.

    Strangely I am just about to make some bread as i do every Sunday morning.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Good writes and pic M.
    Miss B got any bread? Or any dough? Maybe meaning money - she got any for us?!

  • Suresh

    Here's where words and images come alive.

  • FredPeyer

    Those were the days! Now it's stick it into the microwave!

  • Neville


    ......... nowt quite like it is there .... I can taste it and smell it this very moment ...

  • L. B. Mek

    always surprises me how your artwork and words, combine to help me recall specific elements within literature I have read:
    here, I immediately gravitate to that small DIY store 'start-up' by 'Momma', Maya Angelou's grandma from 'I know why...'
    one tiny shop and miniscule element of her book, that helped give the world, one of 20th century's great Poets...
    I'm sure you were calling on far more local and 'lighter in topic' sources for inspiration,
    all the same what a wonderful artwork and read Michael



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