Embryonic Wings Fulfilled… Poem by Mark Heathcote

A genderless solace wishes to beat within us
Like monomorphic pupae, embryonic.
Wings still, forming joyously cocooned
Never knowing, light or dark
Or the tart-taste core of a broken heart.

I guess we all have to experience pain
To know that Eden's gardens still grow.
So, with wings tethered - membrane!
We stretch and fly to the barren moon
In search of a warming star on the other side.

Here on God's earth, we all hear birdsong
Dawn's chorus awakens our eyes to love
It touches us like the first soft, willow bud,
Opening pursed hearts rooted beating,
One breath into another fulfilled motherhood.