Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,771 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

In The Froth Of Life - Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's here a dandelion clock
Is nodding in the froth of life,
It's here…
A meadow overwhelms us:

And all our early seven-senses
It's here a yellow rose is growing
Its first buds amongst a iron fist.

It's here our ankles weigh heavy,
Trembling like two ship anchors,
Docked in a harbor;
Leaving, two ports of call with a siren kiss.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 17, 2012


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