Minerva Revealed Poem by Mark Heathcote

Minerva revealed
She's lying on a golden carpet.
And has untangled the threads.

Raindrops beat a path to her door.
No one enters, but she's held it open.
Just to be quite sure.

Minerva revealed
A secret untold for sure
Lay on a golden carpet.
She wanted the lightning to strike the shore.

Ocean waves beat an alleyway that lay circular-
To a garden with an outstretched lawn
Minerva revealed a sundial.

And she said everyone would want more.

Even a snail is never satisfied.
It climbs the walls of a castle.
Only to drown in a dark mote.

Like a feverish moth, we all desire love.
The light that flickers brightly
Just before it says an eternal goodnight,