the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Kevin Heaton - One Poem

Threshold of a Dream

Cataracts draw milk cream curtains
across his eyes concealing lucid

saline pools seasoned with hindsight
and dream residue. They spillway

into bottomless furrow trenches
retracing the errors of his life,

irrigating hoary stubble, and wrinkling
the crumpled leaves of an ancient

scroll; one page yet unscribed.
Gnarled, arthritic fingers unfurl

musings long ago folded into a pensive
hope chest, and pin them to a quickened

heartbeat. Iridescent rainbow beams
knit kestrel wings to shadow bones;

piercing a tattered veil, revealing
the limpid essence of immortality.