Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

[none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Poems of Mark Heathcote

21. A fish out of water 6/30/2013
22. A Flower Cut From Desire 7/17/2012
23. A Garden Never Ploughed 7/7/2013
24. A Gypsum Salt Mine Fills Marys Eyes 6/5/2013
25. A hall of mirrors... 2/16/2012
26. A hermit crab 3/7/2013
27. A Hoedown Love 4/18/2013
28. A Host Of Angels Sing! 6/6/2013
29. A Joy if heaven is perpetual bright! 11/25/2012
30. A King's Reward 8/4/2014
31. A Kiss That Says I Still Love You 7/15/2013
32. A Losing Hand Of Poker 7/24/2012
33. A love slave's shanty to a goddess... 2/16/2012
34. A Lover's Vow To Spring 11/25/2012
35. A Medusa's calling… 9/21/2012
36. A moment of truth -new- 8/27/2014
37. A neighbor come calling 9/25/2012
38. A pan fried fish…? 7/29/2014
39. A Poem Holds Your Hand 9/16/2012
40. A poetic exile 2/16/2012

The bride

Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!

Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.

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