SUPRESSIONS HOLD
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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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Very nice read.
Thank you:)
Thank you Resa
A fine write and pic M. Ooh what's she up to?!
She's not up to anything Orchi - yet...!
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.......
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
Well read!
Thanks MR
Beautiful write Michael.
Love the abstract, back in your other style.
Thanks Andy - I know you like these abstracts so another tomorrow
Michael,
When I first saw your
painting, I thought of
it as a Phantom!
I love the colors!
A great read! I hope
thereās a continuation
to this fine penned piece!
~Laura~
Nothing planned but maybe...! Thanks for the comment.
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?!
Gave me a belly laugh so must be a belly button.
Beautiful poem! I am also a fan of your abstracts.
Thanks so much Christina - pity you're so far away or you could pop round and chose one
I would too!
what dreams may come in a haze.
great art as usual ww
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