Creatures Divine

Mark Andrew Heathcote

There’s a bridge between beauty and vanity. And beneath it, bitter troubled waters flow, And on either side Banks of wild static flowers grow. But their-geniality is not the same. One has advanced into wily forest vegetation, Vines and ferns aching to be young again Searching for flawlessness—bent on perfection.

The other—triviality of youth melting like snow, A little insecure overtly demure Frothing at the mouth, warming to the end of spring; Under a magical spell …yearning to mature. But both are summonedFrom the same ancient river source And in truth, both are intertwined, And in truth ego is theirs, yours and mine, And we are all beautiful creatures divine.