The Poet's Trinity Poem by Mark. A Heathcote
The Poet's Trinity
Poets must be as stoic as a tree.
Rooted in coastal chalk-rock
Ravaged and bent in one direction.
Willing as a lightning rod
To burst into free fires.
There is but one love triangle.
Between him, earth, sea and sky
That is where he'll climb and drill.
That is where he'll dive and swim.
That is where he'll fly and dream.
Till his circle of life has completed
That inward, outward ripple.
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