Michael Edwards

NOW SHARP THE FROSTS

 

 

NOW SHARP THE FROSTS 

 

Now sharp the frosts

in glittering sunshine

gone the days of heavy rain.

In scarf and coat she walked the street

a paragon of woman hood

 

Through vision never blurred by mist

no qualms of fear for battles fought,

by fate of chance she hated flight

and she recalled a letter scrawled

to spurn all negativity.

 

 

 

Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    This is a very powerful write Michael, I have read it several times and I find it so meaningful every time I have read it.

    • Michael Edwards

      Thanks Andy - you've made me reread it - I wasn't too pleased with it first time round and I think it was probably the last line which didn't sit comfortably but on the reread I must admit it grows on me.

    • orchidee

      Ahh so that's what you was on about! I though yesterday's poem was in French or something! A wood grite again M. What's a grite?!

      • Michael Edwards

        It's an etirg in geverse rear - or so my Tad dold me. Good on yer Orchi.

      • dusk arising

        Very deep and needs several reads to find its meaning. It reminds me of somebody. Someone complex about who simple verse would fill two pages and fail. Somehow you've captured their demeanor here.

        • Michael Edwards

          Must admit I love 'enigmatic' poetry which leaves the reader thinking. To misquote Bernard Cohen:

          Poetry which provides a pathway to the readers imagination.

        • Laura

          Did spy mellcheck! I did wetty prell! A bun frain exercise! This is fun, Michael! Cow I nannot stop!

          Kidding aside, a great write! Many different interpretations, I’m sure! Open-ended...I like that!

          ~Laura~

          • Michael Edwards

            Leers Chaura - how about writing one yourself or even 'converting' one you've already written - we could start a trend.

            • Laura

              Good idea! I will work on it!

            • BRIAN & ANGELA

              Thanks MIKE ~ Love the original ~ dripping with PATHOS ! Hoots Mon Ah luv yon woody fush ~ OCH AYE ~ BRIAN

              • Michael Edwards

                Thanks Brian - the sculpture was done as wall piece and was soon snapped up at an exhibition - must do more.

              • Scrambled Letters

                I like it Michael, you are right about the last line, it grows on you.

                • Michael Edwards

                  Thanks SL - I've decided to keep it as it is.

                • Santita

                  Great write, Michael. I agree it requires several reads to grasp it's meaning. To me it reads as a woman owning her power and seeing the bright side of life. This is a piece left open for interpretation; which makes great poetry!

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Thanks Santita - I really do appreciate your kind comments which give such great encouragement.

                  • FredPeyer

                    As many others already mentioned, had to read it several times too, and it really does grow on the reader. The perfect woman...a paragon of womanhood. And you Michael are on the way of becoming a paragon of poethood!

                    • Michael Edwards

                      That's praise indeed Fred - thank you so much for all your encouragement.



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