Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 24,061 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

I’m A Firework - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I’m a firework
I’m gunpowder
Shoot me into unknowns
Haven’t I also fallen?
I try hard not to runout of inertia
And, catapult back
Give me: your servant
Honest to goodness guidance.
Lunch me: not as…
A black hollowed out tube,
But a growing tree.

Humble in the wind
Like a green willow.
Here my climb, shall be slow
My decent, even slower
And, together, there’ll be
A canopy not of smoke –
& mirrors, but of limbs,
Boughs as wide as heaven
Tall as ancient church spires’
That’ll catch, even you.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2015

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