THROUGH THE NIGHT
Through the night
within the room in which they stayed
through the night.
The candle shed its wavering light
upon the bed in which they laid
as curtains by the window swayed
through the night.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: May 17th, 2017 00:08
- Comment from author about the poem: In rondolet form plus another of my watercolours.
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Comments7
Very good
Cheers Garry
Good write.
Is that another pub? If so as I have said before mines a pint of real ale.
Yes it's The Staff of Life in Mowsley - and mines a bottle of wine.
Really like this Michael
I love short poems
That contain a volume
Ah the implications - thanks PH
A fine write and pic M.
A pub ? Stately is an understatement . In medieval London there were seven pubs for every church . Prostitutes wore cloaks with yellow hoods , and ale was called stout because it packed a walloping punch . (not really , just sounds like it should )
The good old pub - part of English heritage
MICHAEL ~ Hope burns bright ~ as well it might ~ not just in't Day ~ but "All through the Night !" Love the PUB ~ mine is a pint of "HEN" ~ AMEN ! Please check my Poem ~ Thanks BRIAN
Line up behind Goldfinch - but mines still a bottle of wine.
Poem and picture work so well together!
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