Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,930 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Brooch Of Butterflies - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I never did notice
Deaths gape advancing
Peeking at, me.
Until, I was watching him.

I'd seen him in the closet
In the brooch of butterflies
I crumpled in my pocket.

I'd seen him in the dark eyes
Of a roadside, rabbit
With tyre print fur...
And a broken jaw socket.

It's only now I've noticed Death.
'That he's been playing-
All along, hide and seek'.

Did, I think to ask of him?
To count backwards,
Sure enough, I did both
But he's a cheat, and I'll be found.

Like a brooch butterfly crumpled
In his childlike, musty, pocket.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2016


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