Michael Edwards





The pathway disinherited

which none but he walk down,

no resting place for memories

upon his trodden ground.


Condemned to grief and solitude

release denied from his ordeal

by unbelief in turn of fate

with wounds that never heal.


Indicted by false testimony

with urban calls unbowed

the taunting echoes still remain

his soul cries out aloud.




  • Fay Slimm.

    Loud applause for picture and words - - your verse bring tears to the eyes Michael and as for that watercolour - well - Wow - superb.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Fay you are too kind - you would never guess that I'm actually a happy soul who produces a series of cartoons featuring a couple of gnomes named Athelstan and Barrington.

    • Tony36

      Awesome write love the painting

    • WriteBeLight

      I see a ghost haunting. Nice job on the poem and painting!

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks and I might do a follow up sometime to see he gets over it all.

        • WriteBeLight

          Look forward to that!

        • Augustus

          Oh, that just makes my blood boil when that happens. Nice write.

        • Augustus

          P.S. Just noted the old phone booth. Neat.

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks Augustus - yes there are quite a few phone boxes still in the UK and long may they be preserved.

          • P.H.Rose

            Really very good
            Michael... love this one

          • janetaylor

            superbly created and carefully crafted words.....the painting is beautiful! i love the feelings you bring alive in your art!

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