Mark Heathcote Poems

Love is effortless they say.
Some compare it to child's play
But whatever it is, it's neither
Child's play, nor effortless
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I am here alone, lying on this cotton pillow.
I can still recall the lure of her lily scent:
Bouquets I gaze, camphor, and shadow...
There is never a dull moment. When the heart repents.
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Chase me like a mirror
Into the silvery pond
Chase me like a bird
Into the buds of spring
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A punctuation mark… Molten in wax
A shimmering flirtation within the night!
A 'dog's cock 'a flower like Devils Flax
With its yellow and orange tongue—alight!
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A tenant is he, the would-be bee
To husband a flower.
That wishes not, her ambles free
In fear of the seed-plougher
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Love bends over a yellow stalk of wheat,
hope shields these grains her seed sowed, eyes
corn poppies pearl-black, the inset stars discreet,
worm-eaten flowers caste up a moment's prize.
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Ghosts come in the shape of the living
I've seen both
but guess what?
It's frightening how alive
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What-would-this-life-be-like
Without a holiday festival, without a party,
Without a little bit of faith and healing
If we all feared living our lives
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Where can we break eggshells?
And meet as lovers.
When can two lovers kiss and tell?
Their heart's content to one another.
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