ONLY GHOSTS AND ANGELS
Between the stretching dark clad arms
of towering rock and wooded hill
and under blackened stormy skies
yet not reflecting heavens stars
the metal sheeted river runs .
Along its course the wind blows cold
and freezes mud in rutted tracks
worn deep by laden carts that groan
in passage to a desolate place
where crosses of the dead lie ranked.
Encompassed by the murmuring trees
their long dark shadows scornful cast
in radiating pools of light
across the weeping grassy tufts
where only ghosts and angels tread.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Superb write, I was there with the ghosts and angels.
Presumably the second painting in the series. Although there is more in this I prefer the first one for some reason.
Oops, I missed the one yesterday - a very strange and busy day where poetry came a long way down the list - so this one presumably is the third in the series.
Yes the third I've posted in the series. The first and one yet to be included here are the best two which I'll frame and 'put on the market' - the rest will probably end up in the heap in the garage. Thanks once again Andy - I always appreciate your thoughts and kind words.
Good write Michael. I'm going to that place on me next holidays!
It's a dead good place to be Orchi
I love this poem. it reminds me of written work a hundred years ago wondering about the discoveries of the mystified thoughts of ghosts and angels. this piece will stand among the best worded poems ever written. its great, Michael Edwards.
Thank you so so much Kevin. You've made my day - your comments mean so much to me. I feel truly humbled.
By a very humbling poem!
First rate writing Michael and has to be among my faves.
Thank you so much Fay and for saving it - so much appreciated.
I could hear the mournful tones of a cracked bell ringing. Very evocative writing.
An eerie place dusk - than you for looking in and commenting.
A bounty of adjectives grace this fine descriptive poetic offering! Well penned, Michael.
Thanks so much Louis
Oohh, is this near Bognor?!
Not far - you just turn left at The Cow and Crumpet.
"where only ghosts and angels tread."
What's the deal?
Marvelous.
Two bottles of wine for the price of one - but then ghosts and angels don't charge for treading the grapes. Cheers m&m.
Good deal for the season.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ I normally love to interpret you abstracts ~ BUT ~ this time you Poem has done it for me ~ perfectly ! Thanks BRIAN ~ Please check my new Fusion on FOOD & DRINK ~ Thanks B.
Thanks so much Brian.
What a piece of art...
Thanks so much CL - it is a monotype print done with oil blocks - so pleased you like it.
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