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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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A beautiful write Michael.
I like the watercolour as well.
Thank you G
A fine write and pic M.
Cheers O
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.
Thank you Fay - love your interpretation.
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 .
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!
Sounds like an interesting fact to check out .
"Rhymic grace she rose in soft half tones" This is incredibly beautiful and takes my breath away to savor in its entirety.
Thanks Augustus - I really appreciate your kind words.
Love this Michael
Really beautiful
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