Michael Edwards

THE CLOAK I WEAR

 

 

THE CLOAK I WEAR

                                                       

 

My cloak a door that locks within

my own inept incertitude

my fingers cold from love that’s lost

with frozen tips that cannot turn

the buttons sewn in belted swathe

nor move the hinge that holds me fast

within its flowing folds.

 

 

 

 

 

Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write and good painting.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic. I might have incerti-wotsit too! *gets out dictionary* heehee.

    • Michael Edwards

      Quite an infliction: icerti doo dahs especially in the reverse backroscope

    • Fay Slimm.

      Love this - both picture and verse are so absorbingly good

    • swingline

      Does the cloak of uncertainly protect the without from the within ? Or the within from the without are there any doubts ?

      • Michael Edwards

        Depends whether you wear it outside in.

      • BRIAN & ANGELA

        Thanks MICHAEL ~ For the perspective in both the Poem and the Painting. We all wear cloaks (very Harry Potter !) To protect and enhance our Outer Persona (Edwardian Men often sported a cloak) but also to cloak our Inner Weaknesses ~ Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN.

      • willyweed

        beautiful work

      • P.H.Rose

        Both brilliant !!!
        Michael ...

      • WriteBeLight

        I feel the struggle Michael. Great poem.



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