BENEDICTION
In exhaustion she scarcely breathed.
Her hands, though clenched soon relaxed.
In silence she succumbed to oblivion.
Her flickering eyelids closed over tortured eyes.
In the stillness of the night:
benediction.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Super write Michael.
Great artwork, like that a lot.
Thanks Andy - not painted on site and a few artistic liberties with surrounding architecture but not so that you would notice.
A fine write and pic Michael. What's she up to there?! heehee.
Oooh - she's been a minx the little devil...!
REQUIEM IN PACE ! Elegant painting which captures both the Thames & the HOP in blissful solitude ! Was it painted PRE~BREXIT ? Thanks MIKE ~ Yours BRIAN Londonophile !
Yes my home town painted post Brexit or at least post vote. It looks as though there will not be a proper brexit now. It seems to me that the key issues which the Brexiteers voted for (control of borders and return of full sovereignty) will be reneged on and in betraying the vote we'll end up with a mish mash.
Lovely peaceful poem for Sunday Michael! And another of your fine works of art to show us your England!
Thanks so much Lorna.
Michael,
Another fine write and exquisite painting! I thoroughly enjoyed the read and artwork on this glorious Sunday morning! Thank you for the share, my dear friend! Enjoy your day!
~Laura~
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