Mark Heathcote

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

The First We Learnt - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The first we learnt of faith
Was a dying fish gasping to breathe
Never to be put back.

The first we learnt of a fathers love
Was a stripe a flash a stroke of lightening?
Followed shortly thereafter by thunder.

The first we learnt of paradise
Was incinerated by hell
Told, you’re a Wolf-in-Sheep's-Clothing.

By the time I was old enough to reason
I felt as if I’d spent my whole life —
Leastwise part of my short partial life

Had been spent committing mortal sin
Some sort of spiritual treason hung over me
Like a hangman’s noose in a readied fit.

It choked in my Adams apple
Ah where to begin. This hourglass —
A meeting of two pearls two swine’s.
Two swans entwined, reflected in one heart.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 16, 2015


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