Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 26,939 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Tenant Is He - Poem by Mark Heathcote

A tenant is he the would-be bee
Too husband a flower.
That wishes not, her ambles free
In fear of the seed-plougher

O her rose of purest white
Now crimsons the purple night
Clings ravenous the oak bower
That would-be sting endower

O she would, encapsulate
All of his space and time
O she would, emasculate
Him, bring him into her climbs.

Bring him into her watchtower
He a homeless tenant, outlier
He is her man of the hour
He is to be her bee emulsifier.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 24, 2017


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