SHE AGREES.
Very dark
Still night
Gentle restless murmur of the waves
Sky meets sea with no definition
House lights
Twinkling sparkling
Disclose land
Along coast
Jetty waits
Walking slowly
Descending the hill to the shoreline
the old wooden breakwater awaits them
Standing there
Silently gazing
Looking down
Eyes unseeing
Black sea
Gently heaving
Darkness and mystery the senses stimulated
Hand in hand slowly returning home
Her instincts
Proposal imminent
Proposal made
She agrees.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Hello dearest Michael, beautiful. 🌹
Hi there Teddy - no limericks?
Challenging me?
Yes why not - go on give it a go lol
There was an old lady called sally
Who went to work with a paddy
He threw her a kiss
And she started to hiss
As she was in love with a workmate called Maddy
I'm sure I've broken a lot of political correctness with this but that is what satire and Limerick is lol only for you Mr Edwards I enjoy being your muse I can't wait to see what comes out 🤣
There was an old lady called sally
who went to work in the alley
she soon caught the eye
of a gent who passed by:
one more to add to her tally.
So very graceful lol ❤️
Great, Michael - you are back. Don't make it so long next time.
The tension here is palpable. It reminds me.... Am I in with the chance of something deep and long standing? Turns out, yes I was.
I know - now the summer exhibitions are over and gardening has slowed down I really will make the effort to write more.
Looks like below you have a challenge - you can limerick away to your heart's content.....
I get a distinct déjà vu feeling here...🤣
Good write M.
Ta muchly O
There was an old dog called gruffy
Who's owner smelt bad and was scruffy
When his dog did a pee
His owner could see
That the dogs balls were all puffy
off the cuff as I never write them unless you turn up friend 🤣 we should do a link only for
Limerick that everyone can join in. ❤️
Perhaps a Fusion ?
There was an old dog called Scruffy
who was bursting to pee so much he
cocked his leg high
and aimed for the sky
‘til it rained yellow rain in Kentucky
Brilliant as always dear Michael 🤣
Enjoyed the scene you've described here, and it ended happily. Loved the setting, along the coast. Seems the couple were vacationing. I also liked your format, it was unique. So, well written, and a pleasant read. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil - good to be posting.
We have just come back from the coast Michael and it was wonderful to walk beside the sea.
Andy
Thanks Andy'
It's great to see another side of you Michael .. I reckon this is must be my most favouwritest of the M. Edwards I have encountered to date .. It really is quite something .. You really are a most accomplished artist with great diversity .. We have guests later so have already dusted off my picture .. not only that, but tis grand to have you back .. Neville
Thanks Neville - pleased to see you still enjoy my etching dust and all. Sorry but the poems in the pipeline are currently all humour - or some might say humourless.
I used to believe you a mutt
Who seemed quite content in a hut;
When I took you back home
You wrote up a sad tome
And turned out to be quite a slut.
That's for your limerick, if you like.
This is very pretty, simply rendered down the page with a delicacy befitting its message which, concluding sweetly in the final lines, amplifies the apt title. Thank you very much for sharing.
Thanks CM and for the limerick - love this form.
Ya, it's too fun. You're very welcome.
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