How The Waters Hereabout Hold Secrets Poem by Mark Heathcote

Like, like finding love
I thought we'd have a séance
By the lakeside waters tonight
I'll stand sentry. I'll be lookout.
In fact. I'll oar a small rowing boat out
To where blue dragonflies dance dejected.
Oh, how the waters hereabout hold secrets
The moons a dish without a spoon this nocturne
And if you whisper to these ancient waters
You'll hear the love songs of a dying loon
How its heart was scuttled as it sank
How the world about it turned oily and then wrank
How it sacrificed itself in a fatal dive
To the bottom of the said lake and drowned.
I thought we'd have a séance tonight
But our medium has already been and gone.
It was said; she was a little hesitant
And then again a little importune
A shooting star in Isis wings costume.
With the power to resurrect
On the very next nocturne
The dying, love songs of the loon.