Michael Edwards





Released from night times dark abyss

in restful languor as she lay

with rising mists and light of dawn

her wandering mind escaped from dreams.


Recumbent still her eyes yet closed

she felt a wandering cooling breeze

that smoothed her hair

and stroked her face with gentle touch.


Her stirring mind by glimpse perceived

a barren place with haunting trees

where she’d been brought unknown to her

across his back in potions grasp.


Aware now of restraining hands

and by their grip bestirred she knew

the truth of her inflicted fate

in anguished grief she lay there still

a hostage to supressions hold.



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  • Resa71

    Very nice read.
    Thank you:)

  • orchidee

    A fine write and pic M. Ooh what's she up to?!

    • Michael Edwards

      She's not up to anything Orchi - yet...!

    • Lorna

      Very haunting Michael......... I see so many versions of a woman in your picture - don't know if I am imagining it but it is haunting as well...... and love the burst of colors.......

      • Michael Edwards

        Woken up to realise she'd been drugged and brought there against her will - at least that's what I had in mind - yes sort of haunting - thanks Lorna

      • Mottakeenur Rehman

        Well read!

      • Goldfinch60

        Beautiful write Michael.

        Love the abstract, back in your other style.

        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks Andy - I know you like these abstracts so another tomorrow

        • LaurašŸŒ»

          When I first saw your
          painting, I thought of
          it as a Phantom!
          I love the colors!
          A great read! I hope
          thereā€™s a continuation
          to this fine penned piece!


          • Michael Edwards

            Nothing planned but maybe...! Thanks for the comment.

          • orchidee

            Suppression, oppression, possession, depression, impression.. .. that's a lot of pressing. Who's pressing them buttons? And have you got your finger on any of them?!

            • Michael Edwards

              Gave me a belly laugh so must be a belly button.

            • Christina8

              Beautiful poem! I am also a fan of your abstracts.

              • Michael Edwards

                Thanks so much Christina - pity you're so far away or you could pop round and chose one

                • Christina8

                  I would too!

                • willyweed

                  what dreams may come in a haze.
                  great art as usual ww

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