He never dined on food of love
the road he chose
not bound for feasts fulfilment.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The painting now in private collection - and another little tercet.
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it's nice a smooth around here. tip top for the tercet.
A fine write and pic M. Was the food of love pork pies? Was it in Shakey's time too?! (Shakespeare).
Only for the plebs - Shakey preferred swan, peacock, and crane don't you know!!
He never had my wife cook for him, that's why. I rest my case! 🙂
Seriously, I love your poem.
Nor my wife either - poor guy.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ The abstract smacked of No Man's Land in WW1 ? The poem is a TERCET indeed with a nice metered flow. If "music be the food of love" CUPID should liaise with Weight Watchers ! Notes have less calories than oats ~ or is that a double-entendre ? BRIAN
Cheers Brian
'A decimated earth post-apocalypse', is what the painting speaks to me. A decimated man, devoid of love, is what the poem describes to me. Both so well done! Thanks for sharing them with us, Michael.
That's more or less what I had in mind - thanks so much Louis
Was he a monk? What about some meatballs? Cute and profound read.
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