Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,875 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

In The Quietude Of A Bluebells Mound - Poem by Mark Heathcote

In and out the dappled dew wet ferns
My grey ghostly spirit glides
In and out these mottled skies
Beneath those blue bristle furs
Where a fox cub has lain aground...
Here shall my heart be found...
Here shall my spirits soul, resound...
Here in the quietude of a bluebells, mound.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, November 26, 2012


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