HIDDEN DEEP
Where only shadows stretch their fingers
hidden deep where no man treads
among the trees an elven form
where maleficent forces hide
in other worldly truckled light.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've not been on for a while - I've been really busy art wise - I'm still busy and not writing at the nmoment but thought I'd pop a shorty in the gallery just to let you know I'm still in the land of the living. Hope you are all well.
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Those maleficent forces shall be shown when the light hits them.
Good to see you back Michael and glad all is well.
Doing triptychs now are you? Good work.
Andy
Yes done a few and a couple have sold - thanks Andy.
I'm not having them walks in the woods then! Well, not at dusk anyway.
Good write and trip-wotsit M.
Don't trip on the wotsits Orchi
Good to see you again and a great piece which enlivens my mind to venture there...... with my mind's fantasy beings.
Yes still breathing - cheers dusk.
"Truckled light" submissive to one's control. If only we could "truckle light," then instead of "trucking down the highway" we could be "truckling across the universe." Enjoyed that word and all the rest of them. This one is a keeper. - Phil A.
It's a great word - thanks Phil .
We have both been away for the same while Mike and so nice now I am back on line to see you at your art-work again - - love the scary-worded verse and the inspiringly clever triptychs.
Didn't know you'd also gone AWOL but great to see you're well dear Fay - thanks so much for your kind accolades.
Hi Michael. Fix that leak in the Garage? Great art Good poem.
Not as bad as I thought it was but does need repair - will sort it out soon. Thanks Jerry.
Cool, been doing lots of Art myself!
Cute poem and great drawings!
Gee ta muchly - wen will we c your art here on MPS?
a worded bridge between fantasy and reality's 'trucked light's,
where wrongful deeds come with consequences that resonate way after that last page has been read and a gavel's echo, has been felt..
so glad to read you're doing well my friend!
Yes all is well - thanks so much LB.
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