Orchid's Air Root Poem by Mark Heathcote

Orchids' air roots to your chosen habitat
sit on your gateposts like a welcoming cat.
Let love leach out of its pine-resin sap,
Purr at the sunlight curled squat in your lap.
Awaken that garden within yourself;
'you're an aster flower whose warmth impels.
Needs no alias, any mask or pseudonym,
rid yourself of winter, reside in spring.'
And your summer shall remain eternal
as don't all burning embers, nocturnal.
'Liberate' yourself, one bloom at a time
nothing should be left, unseen, or mimed.
Frescoes of light should meander into each other
while they dance, while they sparkle & glimmer
they're like fresh wet portraits on white plaster
without any cross-hatching, we've all got lustre.