Salisbury Cathedral From The Housing Estate (John Constable)

by Ed or Ian Henderson   Oct 1, 2006


We've painted over the best landscapes
And we know what's left is leeches and flies.
Slowly the millstone stops and erodes,
As another ornery engineer dies.
Who cracks the wheat now I wonder?
Are these works in bright oil synthetic?
Bring me ominous sterilized carriages,
For to make rusty, for to fade plastic.

We can't really feed your strange hunger,
With this junk that we're putting to waste.
Handing heritage to the corporate beadles,
Driving us blind to a rhythm we paced.
And excess doesn't sully our morality,
As long as the carcass is bereft of thought.
Shameless worship of transitory mayhem,
Like a rhino in a car's headlights, I'm caught.

Conjure me some images of easy ages,
Where the leeches have the import as of now,
Where harvests were not ushered by the greedy,
But by diligence of man, horse and plough.
I will dwell on these and love them,
Brushed azure skies atop emerald shire.
But it's hard to love settings of Lowry,
The suffocation to which life shall expire.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Midnight Sun

    These words show true intelligence on the part of the one who penned them. You did an EXCELLENT job with this. You have a very unique way of writing and it truly is beautiful. You are a very talented poet. Please keep writing.
    ~Midnight Sun

  • 17 years ago

    by Milo

    Hey Ed, there is something about your writing that i just love so much about. I somehow am able to relate and know what your meaning is, and i love that.

  • 17 years ago

    by Run out of words

    I like this poem...so I'm going to give it a 5/5....i really like the figure of speech and the way you compared the person to things...it was really impressive..^^

  • 18 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    I really appreciate this, even though none of the proper nouns is known to me.....good work...

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