Feathered Raven Poem by Mark Heathcote

By what mental block, what dark o'clock
starlight locked within a feathered-raven
does desire keeps; our hearts protracted post hoc?
And yet how we've chosen-simply to ignore-
days and nights of yore we dreamt in Eden
after Eve left him, she returned no more.
Once she had succumbed to another lover
Adam was a rotten apple, loathsome to the core.

~or~

After she left him, she returned no more.
By what mental block, what dark o'clock
does desire keep in our hearts post hoc?
These days and nights in a dreamt Eden
starlight locked within a feathered-raven
and yet how we've chosen-simply to ignore-
once she had succumbed to another lover
Adam was a rotten apple; he was just a bore.