Turning to a desert…

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 Heathcote


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You have painted a beautiful sadness, one in which her barren spell overtakes her...
...until the tears run dry and there is nothing left.

This echos Mother Earth's tumultuous nature...haunting indeed...~xoxo~:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


A personified Mother Nature, Mark? Not sure about the comma between the 'two, suns,' The punctuation is a little scarey and makes the poem falter, but otherwise this poem runs like the rain that falls from her eyes, ie very well, and I love the last line,

Posted 10 Years Ago


Some poems take you on a journey of discovery, when writing them.
You give them a little bit of a free reign and they suddenly surprise you. Thanks again Audrie


Posted 10 Years Ago


Such emotional words! I also love the connection that you've made to Mother Earth. . . lovely poem!

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Mark Heathcote
Mark Heathcote

Mancheter, United Kingdom



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I 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..

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