Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Death - mischievously, cheekily, asked


Death - mischievously, cheekily, asked—Life
For the hand betroth to be his beloved wife.
I’ll render her beauty, forever eternal,
Worry not” bride or a mother maternal
To be, if you would but sincerely, wedlock me!
But – Life, being life, took-up the parlour-game.
The parlour-knife; asked him, Death - What is his fame!
Apart from the maggots his lips, throat, garrotte.
Death – answered - Life’s betroth. Beloved this,
“If you would but tend to one desiring kiss…
I’ll promise not even one more wrinkles crease.
Upon that milky skin of bliss, so not, commonplace!
I’ll share you, with no other – especially with - Life
My brother - to which her heart; did race, fivefold.
But - Life’s shadowy, impermanence, beheld her midlife,
Suspended in its own little crisis… blindfold…
What, fear I’ of growing old with him, who honest
Does love me more than was ever shared or told.
It’s then Life’s Betroths fever broke in earnest;
And married, bound by two rings of gold.
Both Life and Death… but Death never matured.
Never learnt of their riches, secretly, foretold…
Instead, he put Life upon the scaffold, persecuted:
Silenced only by the sea,
Of his betroths wailing cry.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Death - mischievously, cheekily, asked by Mark Heathcote )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]