DESPAIR
As blood infused into her cheeks
her eyes confirmed her spoken word.
Savaged by her revelations,
a victim of blind circumstance,
he wore a fire of thorns.
and wept with notes of grief
that echoed through the hills.
Michael Edwards © March 2012
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A short one today plus another watercolour.
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Good write and pic M.
Thanks for looking in.
Powerful write Michael.
Good water colour.
Could be about a whole population, Michael, hit by tragedy. Thought provoking.
Could be - or his grief could be the result of the burning thorns on his head 🙂
A powerful few lines here Michael - - the message is couched in some mystery but makes a compelling read. Lovely watercolour too.
Love the poem. 🙂
Thanks so much Lizzy
Great write, love the pict
Whatever she said, it was powerful, or maybe it was just, "No." Another man crushed by the power of the feminine voice. And the world turns. Great words, Michael. - Phil A.
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