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
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Thee very good 5-7-5s Michael.
Strangely I am just about to make some bread as i do every Sunday morning.
Andy
Good writes and pic M.
Miss B got any bread? Or any dough? Maybe meaning money - she got any for us?!
Here's where words and images come alive.
Those were the days! Now it's stick it into the microwave!
......... nowt quite like it is there .... I can taste it and smell it this very moment ...
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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