Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,786 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

The Harp Players - Poem by Mark Heathcote

When; dark & light
Sickle moons play harp
Escarpments her side shone
Even brighter than, ever…
Here, his hand swam like coy carp.
Where delicately the dews moister
Clings, comes together in warming cloister.
…Even before the stars have rung,
She has claimed; her pearl in an oyster.


Comments about The Harp Players by Mark Heathcote

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/29/2014 9:55:00 AM)

    brighter than ever, good writing, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 29, 2014


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