Love Is A Feathered Gown Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love Is A Feathered Gown



Love is a feathered gown
In a forest beside a lake
Soothed and swathed
By a melting, warming, jailbreak!
A spring, after the fall… the fall…

Brambles, try to hold us back.
And rub our wounds with salt.
In a roaring tide whose waves
Never at any time default…

But love a is a sea bird migrating
Love, love is a feathered gown
In mothers or a child's eyes
That has a sanctuary
Never ever safety defies!

Love, love is a feathered gown
In a forest beside a lake
Soothed and swathed
By a melting, warming, jailbreak
That says - I can't love another.

Love is a feathered gown
For the prince frog that wakes his princes
Love is a feathered gown
That is awoken by a warming kiss
That wears no icy mask

Love is a feathered gown
That; like a blanked snow
Blinds every fool that leaves no
Foot traces in the heart that heals…

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