SHE STANDS ALONE
With benefit of sombre skies
that cast their tears
the trees reach down in cold embrace
and dancing to the breezes tune
they shed their dew as spangles fall
from traceries of tumbling green.
Where thorny briars extend upon
the hedgeless paths of pewter hue
the threads of dawn slip fitfully
in thoroughfares of shredded light
where coursing rain in times of flood
carved out the contours of their form.
And there no sounds of city life
within the spread of rising dawn
a compass mark, she stands alone
with April-cheeks and flowing hair
beside a swirling pewter path
beneath the vaults of tracery.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Really like this . Love the personification in this writing 🙂
Thanks yellowrose - wish I had more time to write pieces like this but they do take a while and several returns to get them right.
A descriptive good write and pic M. You know Des Cryptshun?!
Not met him but I do know Noah Lott - he knows everything.
Beautiful words Michael written by a true artist.
Andy
You're too kind Andy - but I do try.
Lovely description of nature and the painting too.
Thanks for looking in - much appreciated.
Oh for more poetic journeys such as this. Worth waiting for.
"in thoroughfares of shredded light" words of poetry only the visual artist would create.
Into my favourites.
I feel flattered - thanks my good friend.
There aint a single thing not to like about this page sir Michael ... N
You are far too kind my good friend
I think that might be poetry....even I, not a great lover of depictions of nature in words, appreciated this. Picture a perfect complement. Thanks Michael.
Gee thanks DD
amaZing ,,sir💝❣️🙏🙏
You are too kind - thank you MR.
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