NOR MOURNING TO MAKE

Michael Edwards

 

NOR MOURNING TO MAKE

 

 

The clock ticking ticking

the firewood crackling

no time for sorrow

nor mourning to make.

 

There’s stock to be fed

and muck to be spread

cloth to be dyed

and the waggon needs decking

 

Psalms to be written

the bells need ringing

bread to be baked

wine to be served and a funeral cake

 

The clock ticking ticking

the firewood crackling

no time for sorrow

nor mourning to make.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2022 01:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yes I do still write serious stuff when I'm so inclined and here's my latest to prove the point.
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  • Goldfinch60

    That ticking clock is forever with us Michael and we hope that it will not stop too soon.

    Andy

  • Goldfinch60

    Super art work.

  • Nicholas Browning

    I get a rustic view of a village and all the tasks that encompass a person's day, and how much it weighs on them. A very much enjoyed read, and well written too.

    • Michael Edwards

      Yes very bucolic from a time when the idea of taking time off to grieve wasn't an option. Mind you it still isn't for those with livestock to care for.

    • orchidee

      Good write and pic M.
      Yep, there's Psalms to be written - you reminded me! Are there enough berles for everyone's poems?!

      • Michael Edwards

        The walking sheep have them on their ram berles.

      • dusk arising

        Yes life goes on in it's familiarity with the path we have etched out for it to play around us.
        Thank goodness though for the joy of mirth which punctuates our hours.
        Yes a serious one from you but not grim serious - good reading well composed as is your way dear poet.

        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks dusk - really appreciate your kind encouragement.

        • Neville


          Not for a single tick did I doubt you Michael .. this is seriously serious and no kidding .. Now signing out before I tock too much ............. Neville

        • Rozina

          A very enjoyable read with a beautiful drawing to enjoy.

        • SureshG

          Seriously, it’s lifes’ play,
          Only as you can display



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