Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 26,046 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Garden Never Ploughed - Poem by Mark Heathcote

A poem is an escape.
It is an SOS call of distress...
Grasping for an Eden
That will never again - exist.

It is a garden never ploughed:
The horizon, a child's brush stroke
That no Medusas glance kills …
A poem is a key that evokes.

The senses to their beginning
"What was it like that innocence? "
That first flap of a bee's wing,
Before all this useless, empty substance

A poem is an oasis...
"King Island", surrounded by blue waters,
A poem speaks in waves...
Its transience embalms many fissures.

It is a garden never ploughed:
Eagles roam the heavens and clouds
But no sling is ever fired in vengeance
Distress is answered only with penance.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 24, 2017

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