Michael Edwards




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



    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.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thank you Brian - such encouragement means so much.

    • WriteBeLight

      Very, very well done!

    • Augustus

      Nice imagery and painting.

    • Christina8

      Wow! Poem was nicely done and the duo are excellent together!

    • Tony36

      Wonderfully written and expressed Great write

    • janetaylor

      seriously magnificent! your pen creates the most beautiful masterpieces as does your paintbrush.

      • Michael Edwards

        Bless you Janet - you are too kind - thanks so much.

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