THE DARK OF MIDNIGHT HOUR
Looking down on tranquil streets
no bustling crowds no traffic sounds
as street lights cast their ghostly glow
No prying eyes no one to care,
the remnants of her troubled dreams
lie deep within a tortured mind.
Inside her private darkened world
between the living and the dead
she waits in dread the passing trade.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2017 00:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Plus a recent watercolour.
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Comments9
Love the poem and art.
Thank you Augustus
Very good write, cracking last line.
Like the artwork as well, where is it I feel I know that building; is it Ledbury?
Thanks Goldfinch - no it's my own town: Market Harborough.
A fine write and pic M.
Thanks Orchidee
This is so very good
Michael and as GF60
Said. Cracking last line
Well done sir, well done..
Thanks so much PH
Both pictures painted and penned to perfection - - You have real talent my friend.
Oh bless you - if I do I am certainly not alone on this site Fay
Superb image creation , last line creates another story . Always enjoy your paintings . Nothing left to say but keep it up .
Thank you swingline - I keep thinking I've run out of inspiration and so far have been able to keep writing but I must be coming to the end soon
Deep and dark Michael.
Thank you WBL.
HI MICHAEL ~ There is a mental hiatus between The elegance and pristinity of the Hamlet and the Lady in your last haunting line ! She would not (in my experience with the YMCA) be plying her trade under the respectability of that cloistered portico ! BUT ~ in retrospect ~ that paradox heightens the sadness of her position. I have never met a truly happy SEX WORKER ~ they are all very vulnerable ! Yours BRIAN
She could be working in a massage parlour - err not that I would know !
The solemn sadness of her being is so well equated to the midnight hour
P.S. I travel back, to capture moments missed, the moments so beautifully displayed in your arts.
I hope you don't mind.
I certainly don't mind - in fact I feel honoured. Thank you so much for your kind comments - so much appreciated.
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