Poems of Mark Heathcote

341. The music of one’s love is deaf and dumb 8/21/2011
342. The night runs in fear of the dreamer 2/3/2012
343. The one my soul abides 2/16/2012
344. The oohs and OH’s... of a winter rose 2/3/2012
345. The path of a six year old believer! 2/3/2012
346. The physical scent of life has gone… 2/7/2012
347. The pipes of Christmas past 11/25/2012
348. The poet’s trinity 2/3/2012
349. The poets well 11/25/2012
350. The Potter's Wheel 8/7/2012
351. The room 11/25/2012
352. The rose and the bumble bee… 8/21/2011
353. The silence to lip sync 8/16/2012
354. The sorrows of the moon 7/14/2012
355. The soul of eternal love 2/16/2012
356. The stained glass windows 11/25/2012
357. The sun and seas a jolly cast? 6/21/2012
358. The tender thump of wings 2/16/2012
359. The Thimble Of Life 10/12/2012
360. The truth about Ruth… 2/3/2012

Shadows

What is the size of a shadow?
Projecting, quadrupling its sinister size.
At close quarters who knows?
Could be likewise a sea-monster!
Said an old; warty-sage in prose.
Why it’s a serpent, something to conjure-
Up and swallow you down whole!
Cogent! —under your hammocks bed,
Worm like! Said a disparaging vole!

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