IDYLL
As winters curfew takes its leave
from mournful biting winds that blow
the night time sky removes its casque.
And bringing forth quiescent warmth
the lowest beams of winter’s sun
cast natures spectral shadows wide.
Well hidden there from cursory view
the roofs below perceived through mists,
a place where honest people live.
A people who in life well versed
with work and song which time divides
and never shamed by false report.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2017 01:18
- Comment from author about the poem: Hope you like this one plus a painting of my local town - a quaint English market town in middle England !
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Comments10
Indeed a great write
Thanks MICHAEL ~ Evocative painting of "Middle England" coupled with a elegant Poem. I love "free verse" poems penned in "triplets" with perfect meter ! Perfect both to read and recite ~ Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN.
Thanks so much for the encouragement Hippy and Brian - this is also my favourite verse form (at the moment anyway).
Really lovely poem
Michael and a very
Good picture fantastic
Colours in it... very nice
Well done sir on both
Lovely tribute and painting!
Thanks for looking and commenting PH and WBL - much appreciated.
Love the poem, and love the painting
Cheers Tony
Welcome
The meter was so flowing I had to read it again as I swore there was rhyme. A tribute to your towne.
Thanks Augustus - must say it is one of my favourites,
Phenomenal poem! Very descriptive and has a nice flow to it. Loved it!
You are too kind - thanks so much Triange
Both picture and verse show fervour for clarity's detailed minutia with their artistic peep into winter's beauty. A thoroughy engaging use of both word and form.
Thank you Fay
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