Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,771 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Lamenting Ladies - Poem by Mark Heathcote

A lady laments a voyage of pleasure
And cornucopia, English, weather.

A lady laments a man's time for leisure
But never the daffodil fields of treasure.

A lady laments her chicken-wire home;
Believing the cockerels out on the roam.

A lady laments good-sparkling youth
But only half-hearted in truth.

A lady laments the political tool
But never the boy's public-school.

A lady laments the critic's eye;
Scorning only to whisper and spy.

But-above-all: what a genteel lady laments
Is that once lost innocence.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012



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