The Blackbird's startled wing...
"Words come down, outer spaceMop my brow, dust these books
Upon the mantelpiece
Ignite the candle that long since
Flickered perpetual light!
Before it's time to say goodnight!
And, find my peace".
"Words be bright, and be merry
As a church on Christmas Eve
Words sing, and sing!
Before all these shadows
Scurry-off and flap away my soul
Unheard, and underneath...
The Blackbird's startled wing".
Poetry by M Heathcote
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Written on 2012-12-07 at 02:14
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