A Guiding Faun
I remember a willow tree half-eaten
by fire and lightning;
and later a blue tit nest a living scroll
within a cracked-open blackened vest.
I remember a frozen landscape.
A winding stream with yellow primroses
and a personal agony back then-
I imagined-would-always-remain a torrent.
I remember thinking, how do I fit?
How do I survive-identical a blue tits egg?
Will I endure lives, every misfortune;
equal half-eaten willow trees apportion.
I remember thinking this is no dream.
It holds nightmares of every persuasion-
of joy and misery of equal equation;
it evolves, as does the season's opposite.
I remember thinking, how life goes on
how it flourishes with virtuosity,
how it fights back from adversity,
inhabits-remote places, a guiding faun.
Let Me Perish In The Night
She was once one of the most
Beautiful women in the world
But age purges away the smooth;
Cracks appear in the marble.
But yet how often, did I marvel
Gaze on her serene eastern, beauty.
Sure, it's as if her time on earth
Had been, once truly captured
In that lens, actual split-second
The Moonlight captivating shone
On the Taj Mahal's inner sanctum,
It awakened an angel who groaned.
Wiping the long sleep from her eyes
Spied a blue shooting star—wished.
'When I die, ' let me perish in the night
A star cracking open the universe
Let me crackle in the lightning's bolt
So, it was and is exactly as she dreamed.
Her black ringlets coiled like a snake
Her comet's tail leads me to distraction;
If only her beauty could have remained
Shallow as an open grave, wouldn't we
All have leapt into that timeless void
Wouldn't I be the destiny of her sum?
MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE
MARK ANDREW HEATHCOTE is an adult learning difficulties support worker. His poems have been published in journals, magazines, and anthologies online and in print. He is from Manchester and resides in the UK. Mark is the author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth,” two books of poems published by Creative Talents Unleashed.
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