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.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Good write, no distractions apart from nature all around.
Just peace - a perfect place to set up the easel.
A fine write Michael. I was curious about a disused Chapel, which turned out to be a mortuary now. Spooky!
That is dead spooky Orchi.
Such a sleep of peace surrounds these simple but very poetic words Michael - - so glad I caught this read.
Thanks Fay - all's well with the world.
Very nice Michael do you ever paint outdoors
A lovely setting, portrayed both by brush and pen! Well done, Michael.
There is beauty in simplicity, and you expressed it well, Michael! Both in your painting and in your poem.
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