I guess it's about nightmares and how they can
corrupt a child like innocents with unholy fears


Candle wax sky

Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you, you could dream, beyond those?
Monolithic, moonlit, midnight skies
to drink the midnight curtain of sleep
into waking hours
where dreams sublimely creep
alive like a carnivorous green flower
like a sun-spider sunning on a rock
like a worm in the pippin of an eye
looking down from a candle wax sky
whoever said? It would be easier to dream?
Whoever said?
That those darker blankets of velvet-red
wouldn't eventually cover
your miserable maudlin flower-
Stem head with the blooded-thorns of a rose bed.




Poetry by M Heathcote
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Written on 2007-09-05 at 01:16

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful writing Mark - I love the imagery in this

like a worm in the pippin of an eye

Elle x
2007-09-05


Kathy Lockhart
i am blown over by the fantastic imagery! bookmarked. WOW!!
2007-09-05