Mark Heathcote Poems

I dream so, oh so, so high of ye
Night and the soul wilt rest
And raise me on an oncoming cloud
Aloft to my angel, my angel child
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Windup my sail
Like falling, leaves.
Windup these pirate tales
What no one else believes?
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Another day of roses and wine
and you will always be mine.
O, Valentine, there's more to this
then just another passionate kiss
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Here lies-
my grandmother-
weak and tired, nearing her death.
The archetypal grandmother
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Beneath the white wet dew-lit foxgloves,
The lichens and apricot boughs
Beneath the dusky grey church clock tower
And the ambient wet westward clouds,
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When an angel sings
a devil will cry, I'm lonely
without you, without you.
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Summer flowers are pink-and-blue
but here today, when love is true.
I see the snowdrop and the daffodil
the saffron crocus on a dew lit hill
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Damask rose, how fair your beauty holds the light.
How-fair-your fragrance subdues the fears of the night.
And how beautifully fair your lowly crimson head-
Is with gallantry and passions fed?
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"Words come down, outer space
Mop my brow, dust these books
Upon the mantelpiece
Ignite the candle, long since
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Lovers in the sixties would light up
one another's cigs
in a cherished moment each-inhale
the others after sex.
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