DreamMachineThe Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web
It is now possible to read this poem aloud, record it and post it on this site.
HERE to find out how.

The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - She wore a feather bower

She wore a feather bower


M A Heathcote

She wore a feather bower
Lay upon the ground
To me it wasn’t a great mystery
To me—was her crown?

Had my princedom, my esprit
This empted hour
A puppet tiring clown
Wouldn’t be my only power...

For all my minions around
Like a wind chime
In the garden of her hair
I’d doubt, forbear

Too kiss and love begrime
My time to her care
A sunset I’d supplant...
New kingdoms there!

To visit all of M A Heathcote's poems, click HERE

Gypsy's Photo Gallery


...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

To write us about this page,
contact willy@dreamagic.com (Willy Chaplin)