Hang Me A Door With Gables Bright! Poem by Mark Heathcote

Hang Me A Door With Gables Bright!



Hang me a door with gables bright
so joy can find its way by night
through bootless tracks where great-fords lie,
in the distance of an external eye.

Here-a-swathe of farm lights burn
without oil, gas or peat-bog turf.
Here-a-lantern hangs, omnipotent and gold.
Bringing a shepherds-flock back unto His fold
where one man's labouring equals one lord's serf
where a prophet preached; till his own, nocturne.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011
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