WISTOW CHURCH
In far oblivion stars consumed
by early morning breaking light
as shafts of sun reach down to kiss
eidetic images unfolding,
mired in green the scene embedded.
And slowly as nights veil uplifted,
cold crisp air delivers dew
on swards of grass, and stones
in algae, moss, and lichen covered,
names declared, but lives forgotten.
Livestock, birdsong, rustling grasses,
scores discordant harmonising,
natures voices orchestrated,
heralding the proud church standing
clothed serene in honeyed hues.
Michael Edwards© July 2015
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The painting which is of Wistow Church was sold to a couple who were married there - it's superb church buried in the countryside and I hope the poem does it justice.
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Thanks MICHAL ~ Perfect painting complemented by a perfect poem and vice-versa ! I like the structure of the poem "Free verse quintets" which gives you infinite linguistic freedom. It has perfect meter and personally I would not change a single word. There are 16,000 Medieval Churches in ENGLAND and 26,000 others ! You poem reminds us that each one is a very precious part of our Heritage and it is a COMMUNITY responsibility to preserve them. They are Havens of Peace in a very restless World ! Thanks for caring. ~ Please check my Poems ~ Thanks BRIAN.
Thank you Brian - such encouragement means so much.
Very, very well done!
Cheers muchly WBL
Nice imagery and painting.
Thanks loads Augustus
Wow! Poem was nicely done and the duo are excellent together!
Much appreciated Christina.
Wonderfully written and expressed Great write
Thank you Tony
Welcome
seriously magnificent! your pen creates the most beautiful masterpieces as does your paintbrush.
Bless you Janet - you are too kind - thanks so much.
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