JOURNEY’S END
Across green hills and granite mountains
weary yet with pulse still strong
he rode his mare with steaming flanks
he looked, he heard:
the sounds he knew he heard again
the haunting bells and high above
the ravens wheeled with wistful cry
as on he rode:
at dusk he reached the cobbled square
where grasses sighed outside a door
the swinging sign declared his home
his journey’s end:
within the walls with well pail full
she sluiced the flags and combed her hair
a pot of victuals simmered low
in readiness:
his faithful mare unsaddled now
at rest upon the mud and straw
and chumbling on the fresh cut hay
he crossed the yard:
inside the clock of inlaid oak
with rich and shiny patinations
chimed to welcome his return
as he walked in.
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Michael Edwards (
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That's a very wild eyed accompanying picture that suits the gallop well, Michael.
Thanks Frank - never easy matching the two - this was as close as I could find.
Good write and pic M. He's ending his journey as the (UK) day is starting! heehee.
As he was out late I got up early to balance things out - ta a lottly O
This is a wonderful write Michael, I was going across those cobbles.
Yet another good abstract.
Not many cobbles around these days - just those who speak them !!
Enjoyed both the tale of welcome homecoming and an abstract full of the same clever mystery.
Thanks for the kind words Fay.
An intriguing picture you paint for us this morning, or two pictures I should say. I thoroughly enjoyed both, Michael!
Pleased you liked them Louis
Thanks MICHAEL ~ we get too many HYSTERICAL Poems on MPS nice to get a HISTORICAL one ! Blank Verse ~ Perfect Meter~ delicious to read and recite ! Loved the abstract ~ I discern the Cottage and the Horse ! Yours BRIAN
Couldn't agree more - wouldn't it ne great to see more poems written using imagination - thanks Brian.
Beautiful images painted here with your words. So much inspiration coming from your heart. So lovely words you used that one get captured by your writing.
You're too kind - thanks Malu.
LOved my journey through your words here sir. Excellent writing.
Thanks b-e
Great one Michael.
Hi, M.E., You are the No.1 again. No matter what kind of Journey he had, he knew, at the end of it, there is a sweet home waiting for him.
Isn't this is the journey we are all dreaming for.
Wonderful journey with a heart-warming end.
There's a lot of depressing poetry about its nice to write something a bit more uplifting - thanks for your kind comments.
Absolutely.
Michael you are such an accomplished writer AND painter! Would not be surprised if you also play and write music, act, and dance!
Thanks Fred for your really kind and encouraging words. Actually no - bad memory so can't act and certainly can't sing or play an instrument. However I have done a lot of public speaking and when working gave many TV interviews for news bulletins etc - does that count? LoL
Not really, but as far as I am concerned, you are still a renaissance man!
Fine piece of writing enjoyed it very much ,
Painting is superb
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