Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 4,729 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Each Man Has A Merlin's Staff - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Each man has a Merlin's staff
a mercury thermometers blood
that stretches out like a giraffe
that he saver with a belly laugh.

Its magic plumes out; and refills
an empty waiting alabaster bath.
From the stone comes a liquid-
water; and there on without frills...

Water then mingles into a new life
there on it forms a silken membrane!
All cells expand and stick too
pairing from my very own paring knife.

Oh a man has a Merlin's staff
my good wife, with silk web linen's
that'll take in the heavens graph
and grind your bones into bread...

Oh a man has Merlin's magic wand
turning summers vine into blood...
Here in this grotto he can’t abscond...
The reflection of his own disgrace
in that other reflecting, godly, face!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013


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