A TROUBLED MAN
A troubled man not often met,
with brow in concertina folds
expressing notes of private angst
which play within his darkest church.
And solace found in company
with parties to the claret jug,
as spirits rise by their prescription
fain to garner wise divines
Back in chill of honeyed stone,
where shafts of piercing sun break through
the stained glass images on high
and swathe the man in chancel light.
Michael Edwards © November 2015
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem accompanied by one of my acrylic ink abstracts - hope you like them.
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Comments4
Very vivid poem and I like the artwork.
smooth in sight and sound ww
Truly troubled. So nicely written. I love the word chancel. I was not familiar with it.
Thanks all for taking the trouble to comment - it is another of my more serious pieces - I also write lighter items so will post something a little less heavy tomorrow.
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