Michael Edwards




As swallows in the autumn fly

Held tight in grasp of circumstance

Suspicion wore an old patched coat

And as the wings of summer drooped

His anger leapt with none to wrestle

Her presence wasn’t felt


Blindly fighting presaged impulse

Troubles ploughed yet furrow trapped

As chalk that moves on slate defines

His heart in black beat out a pulse

The chords no longer played a tune.

Time wove its painful tapestries

For them the cradle never rocked


The hour came when nonel fulfilled

As flowers plucked too soon

No answers written on her face

And in the silent flowing water

Floating to eternity                  

She heard the drip of tears







  • JaneEVE

    [She heard the drip of tears] I find this very powerful, I'm back and forth between both writes :)
    I will reread as its early morning my mind not receptive this early.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Jane - as Ophelia is dead I might amend it to something like 'She never heard the drip of tears'

      • JaneEVE

        Ok, will keep my eyes peeled for third piece and see what you decide.

      • Nicholas Browning

        I can see the areas that were changed clearly. Well done. Looking forward to the final version. I might add, that watching this process is very educational. I thank you profusely for going through the trouble.

        • Michael Edwards

          So pleased you find it of interest - thanks for commenting.

        • orchidee

          Ooohh it's good enough now, in my view. heehee. I didn't mean: 'Oh that'll do, any old stuff!' though.

          • Michael Edwards

            Still working on it - a couple of lines are giving ,e a bit of trouble but I'll get there - trouble is I'm not sure where.

          • Kat

            A masterful second part. I look forward to the turning of the next page!

          • malubotelho

            I like both but need to admit that this one is susceptible better. Will wait for the final. Thanks

          • malubotelho

            I love those paints. Very beautiful.

            • Michael Edwards

              Thanks so much - it's a village not far from mine.

              • malubotelho

                Did you paint it? I wish I could learn from you.

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              • FredPeyer

                Thanks so much Michael, for letting us follow your creative process.

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