Michael Edwards







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.






  • Augustus

    Love the poem and art.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good write, cracking last line.

    Like the artwork as well, where is it I feel I know that building; is it Ledbury?

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Goldfinch - no it's my own town: Market Harborough.

    • orchidee

      A fine write and pic M.

    • P.H.Rose

      This is so very good
      Michael and as GF60
      Said. Cracking last line
      Well done sir, well done..

    • Fay Slimm.

      Both pictures painted and penned to perfection - - You have real talent my friend.

      • Michael Edwards

        Oh bless you - if I do I am certainly not alone on this site Fay

      • swingline

        Superb image creation , last line creates another story . Always enjoy your paintings . Nothing left to say but keep it up .

        • Michael Edwards

          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

        • WriteBeLight

          Deep and dark Michael.

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          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

          • Michael Edwards

            She could be working in a massage parlour - err not that I would know !

          • Suresh

            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.

            • Michael Edwards

              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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