Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 4,729 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Clairvoyant Landscapes Moving Yet Frozen - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Give me a paintbrush to define poetry
All movements of a riverbed reflected
Give me a pen inks flowing subjectively.
I'll show you a spotted salmon swam willingly
To climb out the furthest deepest, falls…

A poets like a woodlouse's gnawing
…Away at life, from inside-out…
What he builds places for the quivering air?
A bridge over the void of space…
Like a spider weaving her web to snare.

Poets tend to live in Blue-John mines
In some mystical crystal hermits cavern
Listening to the lapping of spring waters
They're like remote smokestacks lingering
On clairvoyant landscapes moving yet frozen.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 18, 2012


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