Opened And Now Broken Like A Wishbone Poem by Mark Heathcote

My heart has kissed coast white cloud
Held its grain of sand, and turned it around.
But now dark clouds are back overhead.
Seas are raging, trees stand skeletal shed-
Bare, bent like old men at tying their shoes.
A brogue world shines in silhouette statues!
As I bring you, reed red feathers still gold
Instead of those yellow roses still blindfold
I whose own sap has now turned to stone.
Remember those pearls of summer—
Opened, and then broken like a wishbone.
I like a dead crab, washed-up in the tide
Have again, come home.
Oh lord darkness descends again, I cried…
I cried… wailing like the sea in the deep…
Wishing, only to find comfort in sleep…