CHANGES

Michael Edwards

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2018 00:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    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.

    • Michael Edwards

      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 ! ).

    • orchidee

      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.

      • Michael Edwards

        Did you find the pocket watch you dropped when Harold shouted at you or the missing can of corned beef ?

      • livsxxxx

        Great poem! Really enjoyed reading it.👍🏽

      • orchidee

        I got the corned beef and the watch! Now stop hogging the comments Orchi, by talking rubbish and being completely irrelevant! lol.

      • Heartwriter

        This is so beautiful, Michael. Magic like.

        • Michael Edwards

          Thanks H - so pleased you enjoyed it

        • dusk arising

          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'.

          • Michael Edwards

            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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