THIS LAND HE CALLS HIS HOME
Disguising rocks of treachery,
the surging sea which pounds the shore
and cleaves the stony rock face fall
defies the harbours sanctuary
and sheltered calm within the bay
Above, the watery sun that stains
the steel-grey sky, the surging foam,
where morning mists refuse to clear
and gulls call out in soaring flight,
this land he calls his home.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Good write and pic Michael.
Thank you O
Good write Michael.
I too like the artwork.
Cheers Andy
Another 1 superb!
So pleased you like it.
I love this.
Thank you so much - appreciated
Stark and strong, both poem and art! Each well presented, Michael.
Cheers Louis
Excellent a good write Michael with some vivid striking imagery.
Kind regards.
Keep writing in 2018
FineB
Thank you FB - yup - I shall keep writing but I'm covered in paint at the moment.
Thanks MICHAEL ~ Blank Verse Quintrains are like hens teeth ~ so I enjoyed these ! Both structurally and subject-wise ! It stirred the special feeling I get when i arrive at the Liverpool Waterfront by BOAT and gaze in awe at the Three Graces ! That is the Land I call my HOME ! I loved the starkness of the painting ~ it left everything to the imagination ~ AMEN Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian - yes I love the waterfront there such a vibrant place.
Well, I got no hens teeth - have you?! heehee.
Nope and I don't lay eggs either
Excellent write, reminded me the shore I live near. Rocky, misty at times, treacherous to seafarers, but always "home."
Loved the sky in your artwork. -Phil A.
Thanks Phil - I enjoy writing work that describes an environment and makes the mind conjure up an image
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