What Would You Sing To This Heron? - Poem by Mark Heathcote
What would you sing to this heron?
Who can neither shudder nor dance
But can spear comets with a glance
How’ll she tease hopes - so barren?
Would she tip-over the apple-cart?
Would she take his heart devour it.
Or mirror his soul, and submit
Unto him never - to depart…
Should her gaze be as deep or remote?
As his would she be loved truly, truly?
More deeply than, the stars trembling unruly.
If waters stilled, would we denote!
A drop in temperature the pulse!
If this heron were to move ponds
Would she break her promised bonds?
Or would she follow on impulse.
To sing and catch her breathe again
Would she entre his heart like a sword
Dream every word he ever stored
That sings for her sweetly as a wren.
...Again, and again, and again, again…
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