THE WHITE FROCKED MAID

Michael Edwards

 

 

THE WHITE FROCKED MAID

 

The peeling sign beside the door

declared her place of residence

a simple girl and proud to bear

a birth which knew no social laws

untouched as yet by consequence

 

Beneath her crafted counterpane

she lay there stilled in reverie

in places where confusion lies

until with rhythmic grace she rose

in soft half tones of morning light.

 

With spectral ease she crossed the room

to lean against the mullion stone

and gaze beyond towards the mill

where logs were piled in readiness

and as the wood on lathe is turned,

appreciation took on form

advancing her maturity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 24th, 2017 00:31
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  • Goldfinch60

    A beautiful write Michael.

    I like the watercolour as well.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic M.

  • Fay Slimm.

    A maid made so real I was there in that ghostly old mullioned room. A haunt of a read Michael and thanks to for the peep at your clean, clear and beautiful watercolour of ruins which once were her residence.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thank you Fay - love your interpretation.

    • swingline

      Phanstasmorigal is the vison I see . The vapours specter rendering a purpose that somewhat is alluding to me . I had flashbacks of North Africa in the painting of yours , someplace along the ocean , near a beach , maybe in Tripoli .

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks S - the painting is of Bradgate House in Leicestershire England which is not far from where I live - it was the birthplace of Lady Jane Grey - the 9 day Queen who was executed in 1553 - all a bit morbid!

        • swingline

          Sounds like an interesting fact to check out .

        • Augustus

          "Rhymic grace she rose in soft half tones" This is incredibly beautiful and takes my breath away to savor in its entirety.

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks Augustus - I really appreciate your kind words.

          • P.H.Rose

            Love this Michael
            Really beautiful



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