Evening primrose…

By Mark Heathcote

Sat, 16 Jun 2012

7 comments

Happy the hour, between
Night and death
The pause, taken:
Too a single living, breath...

Here I’ll open my breast
Upon a moths, calling…
Like an evening primrose.
Where sacramental wings
Consecrate!
The first-dewy-lit, morning…

Permalink Submitted by scratch on Sat, 2012-06-16 19:57

So, so good Mark. "sacramental wings consecrate" superb.

Permalink Submitted by hilary west on Sat, 2012-06-16 21:37

Evening primrose oil is good for you. So is this poem, some lovely images !

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Sat, 2012-06-16 23:14

Thank you Hilary & scratch ;)

Mark Heathcote

Permalink Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on Sun, 2012-06-17 01:00

There's something serene yet intriguing about this poem. It's good. Linda.

Linda

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Tue, 2012-06-19 18:50

Thank you Linda :)

Mark Heathcote

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Tue, 2012-06-19 18:50

Thank you Linda :)

Mark Heathcote

Permalink Submitted by Mark Heathcote on Tue, 2012-06-19 18:50

Thank you Linda :)

Mark Heathcote