IN THEIR ANCESTORS LAND
The cooking smoke
from sizzling skins
sent signals
to the old men
sitting, talking,
and feeling the hunger
Brushed by darkness
their outlines
dimmed
as dusk deepened
they rose
summoned by appetite.
They returned in file
past the river
where they fished
and there floating
the cast-off detritus
of civilisation.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Your watercolors never cease to amaze and compliment your poetry so well! It looks like little fires where the ancestors are cooking in your poem. Great job!
Shining through the forest - thanks Christina.
Good write and pic M.
Michael such a haunting feel to this read and the painting adds so well to the mystery .
Thanks Fay
Good write, the last stanza is so meaningful.
Another glorious abstract Michael.
I've just come across a new iridescent ink which I'll try out - always something to challenge. thanks Andy.
This works quite well Michael. Good job.
It's okayish - thanks Frank
Your poem, to me, a beautifully portrayed look back at the simpler time of our ancestors. Your watercolor, stimulating. Thank you for starting my day with beauty, Michael!
You're really kind - Thank you Louis
Michael you're a fine artist and poet and i don't know if you know it but i'm really glad you show it 💓
Aw thanks Renzi - I don't know if I deserve it but you've added a little sparkle to my day
Michael,
after reading your poem I wished I could write.
after seeing your painting I wished I could paint.
Believe me you can write - thanks so much Fred.l
"Who hath smelt woodsmoke at twilight ~ Who hath heard the birchlog burning ~ Who is quick to read the noises of the night ? Let him follow with the others ~ Where the Young Men's feet are turning ~ To the camps of known desire and proved delight" Your poem evoked days in the 80's & 90's when we could still chop down trees and cook over open fires ~ now forbidden on our Scout Camp Sites. Your painting was a reminder of looking down on the camps from a 30ft observation tower (To scout fro the Cherokee !) awesome DEJA VU ! In the 21st C its all primus stoves and gas fired BBQ's and every tree is numbered and has a preservation order ~ SHAME Baden Powell is like a chicken on a spit in his grave. Apple burns well with a sweet smell ~ ash burns well wet or dry ~ take care with pine it spits at you ~ oak burn forever etc useless knowledge in a hi-tech age ! Perfect PICTURE ~ Perfect POEM ~ what are you on ? Thanks BRIAN
Those were the days - camp fires and a hearty Ging Gang Gooley Thanks Brian. It's my wife's cooking - everything from scratch and freshly cooked - no jars of curry sauce gloop or flavours in a satchet - just pure herbs and spices - Ohhhhhhhh I'm feeling hungry all over again.
GING GANG GOOLY ~ Green Grow The Rushes ~ O ~ I went to the Animal Fair ~ We are sailing along on the crest of a wave ~ Thank GOD the old Scout Songs still live on ~ But they don't sound the same round an electric fire in the Church Hall much better round a real camp log fire in the twilight ! Cooking from scratch is always the best ! BRIAN
Another beauty for today. Thanks for sharing. Like Renzi said. We appreciate you sharing your art with us.
Thanks Mau - been away will post something new tomorrow
Very beautiful indeed, both the picture and the poem, they're wonderful
Thank you - so pleased you like them.
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