Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 23,512 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Opposing Mirrors - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Morning shift; watching him launch himself
Watching him chasing "cabbage white" butterflies
in my mind's eye, it's a kind of carnival dance
one without any graceful feathery ranks
one whereby he's always out of step, out of tune
one in which both have danced back and forth,
through opposing mirrors and herbaceous borders
too many times for it to be fun and frolics.

The butterfly whirls between gaping-finger-grasps
Then as nearly always does …this autistic, man
shouts his ear-piercingly loud protestations
he claps at thin blue air changing directions
himself becoming the butterfly, on its maiden flight.
And the butterfly befitting a young autistic, boy
who now thought he too could learn to fly
Somehow pirouettes off on high into the sky.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/23/2015 4:28:00 PM)


    New flower boarders are like two opposing mirrors in this wonderful imagery shared in wise poem...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, June 12, 2017


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