Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 10,291 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Coach Journey Home - Poem by Mark Heathcote

That day on in sustain unknowns
Coming home - sand between toes
She to me became a sea-witch.
With bags of cheese sandwich's
Driftwood and blue barnacles
Forever imprinted in my mind.
Her bag of seaweeds entwined
Like entrails I nearly did convulse
But I swallowed my innocent pride.
This here laddie, I'll hang, outside
My front door - it tells the weather.
Plants give clues no ships Chandler
Can. Laddie - its weather lore!
This isn't just any old folk lore!
This here Kelp forecasts, weather
If it's dry the weather is fine.
If wet; you can bet it's a bad sign…
Looking her straight she was no liar.
That day on in sustain unknowns
Arriving home - sand between toes
She to me became a sea-witch
With a curling, cheese, anchor butter, sandwich.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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