Phoenix Like An Evergreen Thorn Poem by Mark Heathcote

Phoenix Like An Evergreen Thorn



In a country's native to her thighs
An eastern promise no doubt defies
The building of straw weeping eyes
The cradling of ageless goodbyes

In their citadels of golden flower
Infants marshal from their bower
Tormentors they still not yet born
Phoenix; like an evergreen thorn.

Sunday, April 13, 2014
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