Wanting To Escape Where Lambs Knelt Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wanting to escape where lambs knelt
how I wished then to hear the jackdaw
how I wished the snow would melt
how I wished the ice should thaw.

Wanting to see where daisies dwelt
in chains succinct as a poets words
how I wished for the colours of the Orient
but instead in sweaters, I felt interred.

Wanting to shake a crimson rose
how I wished stupidly for a signal of love
and disillusioned for sunny patios
how I wished to take off winter's gloves.

Wanting to carve out of solid stone
an escape from all the world's cold
how I wanted an old belief to be shown
to feel spring warmth, many times manifold.