Michael Edwards

THE CHAPEL

 

 

THE CHAPEL

 

A box obscured by boundary wall,

no ancient skills adorn its frame

no cunning artifice deceives

the wandering eye, the probing mind.

And here it sits in this lone spot,

where open swathes of quaking grass

pay homage to the morning breeze

and dense partition separates

the valley of the heath and furze

from sleeping sedge and bowing rush.

 

 

Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, no distractions apart from nature all around.

    • Michael Edwards

      Just peace - a perfect place to set up the easel.

    • orchidee

      A fine write Michael. I was curious about a disused Chapel, which turned out to be a mortuary now. Spooky!

    • Fay Slimm

      Such a sleep of peace surrounds these simple but very poetic words Michael - - so glad I caught this read.

      • Michael Edwards

        Thanks Fay - all's well with the world.

      • WL Schuett

        Very nice Michael do you ever paint outdoors

      • Louis Gibbs

        A lovely setting, portrayed both by brush and pen! Well done, Michael.

      • Scrambled Letters

        My kind of place. Fantastic poem Michael

      • Santita

        This is a lovely write, Michael. "where open swathes of quaking grass pay homage to the morning breeze" just evokes a peaceful feeling; I was there in this moment with nature.

      • FredPeyer

        There is beauty in simplicity, and you expressed it well, Michael! Both in your painting and in your poem.



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