Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,477 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Onion Air Balloon - Poem by Mark Heathcote

At the end of the nights convalescence
A small prairie-boy, upward looks in amaze-
ment when, the skies turn amber, then sapphire.
At an onion air balloon, adrift over maize.

Perplexed, he shrugged his shoulders back
Then forwards and looks for reassurance
In the eyes of a Himalayan mountain horse
Who, of cause, was just as vexed to scrutinize.

The marvels floating in the cloudless skies
They both locked eyes stood firm together
With renewed strength placed in the other
As it shrinks in size, they both wondered
To themselves if they’d both been, hypothesized.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 27, 2015



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