Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 6,084 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

I Curse The Day - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I curse the day
As does a vulture - its living prey
I cursed that day, I met you
I rue the day, I drew breath,
And you kissed me.
Almost; resuscitating, me
Back from a living - death.

I curse the day
I meditated my heart hewn
Like a green bamboo cane
You press your lips to breathe.
I cursed the opal moon...

I curse the day
Those pea-green shadows leafed
Like living, blades, through my soul.
Naked you swim beneath my skin,
And redemption pardons me.
Restores me like a pearl therein.

But you my black swan
I curse the day
I fell in love with you: My doe eyed faun.
I curse the day
As does a vulture - its living prey
I curse that day, I met you.

I rue the day, I drew breath,
And I kissed you.
I curse the day
Those pea-green shadows leafed
Like living, blades, through my soul.
When empty black wings flew,
Despairingly, apart with nothing left to console.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013


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