Mark Heathcote

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

Shape Of A Joyful Angel - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Once verdant and holy green
Now gold and silver baron
In autumn's glowing sheen
A single oak leaf has a clown
The shape of a joyful angel
Cradling in the wind asleep…

In deepening drifts eternal
A world turns idolatry bronze
Where redden eyes weep
And men in long Johns
In distant alleyways meet
Gathered like windswept batons
We too with these angels will greet…


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014


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