Candle-Wax-Sky Poem by Mark Heathcote

Candle-Wax-Sky



Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise?
Whoever said you could dream beyond the
Moon, lit, monolithic, midnight-skies
Drink-the-midnight-curtain of sleep
Into these waking hours
Where dreams can sublimely, creep
-Around like a carnivorous green-flower
Like a sun spider sunning on a rock
Like a worm in the Pippin of an eye
Looking-down from a Candle-wax-sky.
Whoever said? It would be easier to dream.
Whoever said?
That those darker blankets of velvet-red
Eventually, wouldn't come calling to cover
Your miserable maudlin flower-
Stem-head; with the blooded-thorns of a rose bed.

Sunday, August 21, 2011
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