Mark Heathcote Poems

There are times I want to climb mountains.
And walk through mauve flowering heather bells.
Sometimes, I can't find any happy outcomes.
A ghost walks beside me; nothing repels it.
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When did his focus on life
Turn to death as though,
Annulled—there wasn't a drop left.
Lungs like two emptied bagpipes
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Beauty is all around us.
if we have the eyes to see it
the heart to reach out and touch it
the soul to spend an eternity in its pleasure.
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Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure
inured with witchcraft heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding dress like it's haute couture.
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior.
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Love if only I could love the stone core of your heart
Love you like the vine that splits and climbs a rock face
Love you like a sun orbiting the moon—what art
Tendril dripping over the craters could we I erase.
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They are 'otherworldly creatures'
Maybe they are the gatekeepers
Their eyes are stellar stars of worlds unseen
Unbeknown, so they are mercurial
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I want to be the fire
that ignites and burns free
whatever ills avail me
I don't desire to change.
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As an Imaginary writing challenge
If, I won a hefty 1 million dollars
It wouldn't be enough for me to manage
A rural cottage - would take the coffers.
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Good men would die for a father
good men would die for a king,
good men would die for a mother
good men would die for a queen.
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