A Surrealist Spectacle In A Glowing Warmth Poem by Mark Heathcote

A Surrealist Spectacle In A Glowing Warmth

Let me pay homage.
To the foreground and the all-important background,
Equally exquisitely the same.
Sure, as the light serves my eyes to see.
Let me serenade the tendril stars spiralling in the darkness,
The flowers and the bees are hiding-
In their hiding places waiting to be seen.
And a gilded spider on to his aching knees.
Stitching the universe and all its twisted vines
And fabric back together again.
How he pleases. How he dreams of sewing up
The world in its widening dew-lit seams.
Let me paint the music of the world onto my canvas.
The sound of a love-struck nightingale
The bark of a barking owl
Sharing a covenant of love
In an evergreen Holm oak
The world is turning red, yellow, and gold.
A surrealist spectacle in a glowing warmth and light
That in the end won't last in this effervescent beauty forever.

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