Turning to a desert…A Poem by Mark Heathcote
Her tears have woken! Perched; blackbirds, quenched two, suns. Her tears have dried and are now dead. Her tears have flown and washed away- The underbelly, Soft silts of clays that lay in her riverbed. Her tears have left the earth sodden Her cries have shaken all of heaven. All’s now dehydrated, turning to a desert Yet, her barren spell. Has, only just begun. © 2014 Mark HeathcoteReviews
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5 Reviews Added on July 16, 2014 Last Updated on July 16, 2014 AuthorMark HeathcoteMancheter, United KingdomAboutI like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry. My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time. I all so write man.. more..Writing
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