HER VOICE FELL SOFT

Michael Edwards

 

 

HER VOICE FELL SOFT

 

 

The punctual servant of the skies

stained fiery red the night time sky

as ancient yews in tarnished green

stood stark as sullen sentinels

beside the twisting stony path

which conjured from the furthest reach

and travelled to the honeyed door.

 

And as the bells peeled out their chime

her voice fell soft like April rain

with words that breathed of heavenly love

and drank in scenes of long ago,

an antique song so sweetly sung.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2017 00:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful words Michael, a pleasure to read at 6:30 in the morning.

  • Fay Slimm.

    The gentle flow of this read engenders a quiet peace. Fine work Michael.

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic Michael, 14 minutes into the poet-s day on here! (whatever time that is in the UK).

    • Michael Edwards

      I know but we had a little gentleman with us who insisted I find Posh Paws or something like that on Netflix.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      Thanks MICHEAL ~ An elegant PICTURE & POEM to welcome a new DAY ~ AMEN Please check my ANGEL POEM ~ Yours BRIAN

    • Louis Gibbs

      Your words compete with the watercolor for the loveliest picture you have created, Michael. Both, beauties! Thanks for sharing this morning.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks so much. You know there is quite a difference between the style of British and American watercolourists: Americans tend to make greater use of colour whereas Brits work is generally more subdued - both have their place.

        • Louis Gibbs

          Brits are a bit more subdued, aren't they. We, a bit more flashy. Interesting information, Michael! Thank you.

        • malubotelho

          Awesome reading for my little soul just walking up this new day. Divine, to say nothing else.

        • WriteBeLight

          The sun will set on this beautiful poem and painting only to rise up again and shine on them once more.

          • Michael Edwards

            Thanks so much - yes they will both be around at least in my studio, for some time.

          • orchidee

            Why did I return to this? Just to say my voice did not fall soft. It shattered the peace with a loud 'ccooeeeeee'! That's ruined any chance of quiet now! lol.

            • Michael Edwards

              Come on admit it - you returned so you could post another picture of Cavia porcellus 🙂

            • Brycycle

              Such a beauty of a poem!

            • Tony36

              Beautiful write

            • myself and me

              The soft voice flying with the wind through the leaves. Beautiful paint. lovely poem.

            • WL Schuett

              This one touched me very cool



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