SUMMER SOLSTICE

Michael Edwards

 

 

SUMMER SOLSTICE

 

The roadside hedges wreathed in white

with sweeping foam of sanicle

and meadowsweet in flower full

as wild garlic breathes its scent

and brambles wave their wands of thorns.

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2017 01:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments10

  • Goldfinch60

    The imagery this conjurs up is great Michael I could see and smell nature.

    I like the painting as well, that type of scene is duplicated in many towns and villages.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Andy - wish it was summer right now - hate the cold.

      • Goldfinch60

        I am the reverse, this is my type of temperature, frost on the ground, sun in the sky, temperature below 8 degrees - great!

      • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

        Wow your wording is extraordinary, awesome!! Very poetic great in brevity. Kudos.
        Like painting in words.!


        So nice to read from your pen again,
        Do pls review my latest too.

        • Michael Edwards

          You are really kind - thank you Zaynab

        • orchidee

          A good Summery write and pic Michael.

        • FredPeyer

          Michael, the painting is incredible. This is exactly how we 'non-English' picture the English country side. And the poem is not far behind the painting! Kudos!

          • Michael Edwards

            The English countryside away from the motorways and cities is glorious - if only we had the year long weather to go with it. Thanks for your encouragement - much appreciated as always.

          • BRIAN & ANGELA

            Thanks MICHAEL for another perfect FUSION of Poem & Pic ! Please check my latest FUSION about (guess what ?) CHRISTMAS ! Well it's the 1st of December on Friday ! When my American friends visit ~ they are in awe of our Villages (I always arrange a stay in Stowe) they are prettier than any Kincaid Painting ~ there are so many of them and they are so close together ! MEGHAN MARKLE has much to learn as Mrs Wales ! Also please check my QUICKIES ~ Your Friend Brian !

            • Michael Edwards

              Thanks Brian - yes I love then too. In our district Market Harborough is the largest town and there no less than 98 villages in the district - all of them without exception are great places and very paintable.

            • WL Schuett

              Fine painting and poem they go together perfectly!

              • Michael Edwards

                Thanks muchly Bill - just cleared out a studio belonging to an elderly widow who recently passed away. The contents have been donated by her daughter to our Art Club for us to make them available to our members for a donation to Art Club funds. The up-side is I have had first pick - the downside is that it's taken a lot of work clearing and sorting but such a kindly gesture by the daughter.

              • Jeremy Leach

                I like the simple but powerful imagery. Certainly summers I can relate to especially that smell of wild garlic.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Thanks Jeremy - totally out of sync with the season but we can but dream.

                • Louis Gibbs

                  A proper painting and a proper poem. Both well expressed, Michael!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Thanks Louis. you should come along to one of my demonstrations and talks on abstract art - you never know I might convince you.

                    • Louis Gibbs

                      It's funny, some abstract art I really like ... some just plain 'disturbs' me. You can chalk it up to my OCD tendencies perhaps, or the Asperger's. Can't handle chaos very well! Oh well.

                    • poetboy123

                      Spectacular piece!

                    • myself and me

                      Really love the paint, makes me feel warm in this cold season. Lovely poem too.



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