Mark Heathcote Poems

pink blooms go-hither
I've no mind staying today
eat all but the stone
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boots thick with mud
gundog embraces its freedom
a brace of rabbits
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tent pegs fixed
mosquito net hung above
-swan song of love
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hailstone in July
sound of nails on a tin roof
bin collection day
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Vanilla ice cream sugared with salt
That's the kind of love I've tasted all my days
Cold and bitter, it nearly brings a tear to my eyes
Swollen, like they've been pepper sprayed
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love is a golden
elixir on a bee's tongue
summer abundance
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you perceive a war
a battle and a winner
guess - I'll dine alone
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her soft refrained-breath
vastness immeasurable
outstanding nature
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look - kites dance secured
leashed like a skittish white lamb
bereavement and grief
are waiting in the shadows
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Satan stared at me knowingly
And whispered to me quite eloquently
no, no, no need to fear me.
It's me who should fear you
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