The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - The Longridge Doves
The Longridge Doves
M A Heathcote
Equate if you will the heavenly orbs above
With these terrestrial, feathered, peasants
These chimneypot, juggling, tenants
Communal in their looping heights of lust
Seated on the swings of eternal love
Peacefully rounded by the winds of primordial dust
Who called an end to these creatures loving as angels?
To these rooftop white doves
In our rooftop angles
Now there only chicken-wired, ribbed in rust
Thanks to the gods on city counsels.