CHANGES
Stitched in seams to sanguine skies
The rising new build reaches up
As hammers pound the City’s pulse
And modest blush of new red brick
Expunges sins of long lost worlds
Where old men sat
On chairs of sanded cedar.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Very good write Michael, I read it that the site was one of bad memories.
Good image, is this a new style of an adaption of one of your other styles.
Good analogy Andy and the painting is a variation on the methods which I used in the prints based on themes by Modigliani, (that's a bit of mouthful - hope you know what I mean ! ).
A fine write and pic Michael. Yes, I was involved in some 1066 excavations. Well, a church fairly near us dates from 1084.
Who is Moggy- wotsit?! Or Moddy.
Did you find the pocket watch you dropped when Harold shouted at you or the missing can of corned beef ?
Great poem! Really enjoyed reading it.👍🏽
I got the corned beef and the watch! Now stop hogging the comments Orchi, by talking rubbish and being completely irrelevant! lol.
This is so beautiful, Michael. Magic like.
Thanks H - so pleased you enjoyed it
I were only talking to me mate the poet here yesterday, we was lookin at this site and he says to me, 'this 'ere internet is marvelous you know but you cant beat t'feel of poetry on parchment lad'.
'Aye' i said 'them wo' days.... i remember when that MPS place was just fields'.
Blimey mate - so do I. Loadsa damn all but look at it now - a dumping ground for the emotionally affected. Bleedin ell now I'm getting contra... contra... contravershal - ad a job getting that out.
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