Compose Yourself My Sweet-Pea Flower Poem by Mark Heathcote

Compose yourself my sweet pea flower
And face this here inferno' of the sun,
Smile back; enjoy every day, every hour!
Embrace everybody as were your little son.

What's the point in hiding, weeping?
Hiding in a necklace of dark shadows
Rivers might sneak into the mangroves
But off …off to open water, aren't we sinking?

Where oceans dance, shore to shore—
Little feet should be shingled, shiny, wet:
For sure little girl—you shouldn't find regret.
Live life like a mermaid, washed ashore—

Weep not lowly with a heavy-head or heart.
Like some pale pinkish, Christmas hellebore
It's your first mishap! It's nothing-to-deplore
Loves centre clockwise to everything counterpart
And a whole lot more.