Blue-Eyed Horses
Blue-eyed horses
Hold a piece of
heaven in them.
It has a
spiritual domain over others.
It aligns itself
with the lightning.
And considers
itself wise beyond its years.
Wise beyond its
golden coat
That has travelled
this land for a millennium.
The blue-eyed
horse
Has ridden to
the ocean and leapt over a rainbow.
It has passed
through the valleys of the mountains.
And slept with
the gods that wept
And the gods
that don't.
It has an
audience with the wind.
And has a map of
the sky in its mind.
With a swish of
its tail, the meadow dances.
The eagle soars,
and the wolves cower.
And the forest
that looks
Fenced off and
full of ancient aesthetics
Opens like a
horseshoe to pastures lush and green.
Where a river
winds, reflecting a world
Always new,
always dreaming heavenly blue.
Hypothetically
Hypothetically
I travel to the
centre of the universe.
Guessing the
circumference of your heart
How a pinhole of
light can shine so brightly
Cross the
galaxy; hit a bullseye, like a dart
You are far too
smart to divulge yourself.
And yet you are
completely transparent.
Nothing is
disguised or hidden.
Or embellished
your love is
Mathematically,
theoretically, therefore, everything.
MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE
MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE: Mark’s poems
are published in journals, magazines, and anthologies online and in printed
form; residing in the UK from Manchester; he is the author of “In Perpetuity”
and “Back on Earth” 2 books of poems published by Creative Talents Unleashed.
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