Every Second An Eternity Prolongs Poem by Mark Heathcote

Every Second An Eternity Prolongs



A face like chalk stoically cast
Hand-on-pane of leaded glass
Face peering in on times past
A stalker calls to harass.

She's not calling to post letters.
She's outside looking in,
And you get to wearing-fetters.
Haunted, but not by boogeymen.

It's 'written' she's not just beguiled.
It's all because you're a superstar-
That she wants to carry your child
And drive your latest new car.

She believes she has rights.
She's imagined the whole-wedding.
The honeymoon & magazine rights
She's even picking out new bedding.

Now & again, the doorbell is ringing.
As she's singing one of your songs
You feel frightened the air is thinning.
Every second, an eternity prolongs.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015
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