Mark. A Heathcote

the alchemist said
I can't turn lead into gold
the Ginkgo laughed
...

Do you not think I have desires or aspirations of my own?
That I cannot lift myself above the basic needs of others
I have far-reaching visions that go way beyond
Your grotesque, self-centred reflections
...

Hangs in balance almost always precariously
At any juncture, the world might change...
A message sent, another delayed
Nothing's ever guaranteed to remain the same...
...

the pointillist
creates new luminosity
out of autumn leaves
*
...

Carole

What a calamity to meet you
Knowing how nothing will ever be the same
...

Love is like bringing home the Guinness, not the bacon.
Pour halfway, then add the rest.
To see if it won't glisten with a full head.
It's a velvety warmth from the first sip to the last.
...

a violent storm
has left a damn I cross
until the next storm
*
...

Let me register my thoughts with the wind. 
And hear them untethered sing. 
Like bluebells in the falling snow
Sapphires are melting in my heart.
...

the scent of jasmine
and pipe tobacco entwines
living parodies
*
...

He who vents anger towards God
and says he's not convinced He exists?
Couldn't be a bigger believer
Then he who goes to church on Sunday
...

Now is the time when the angels dance.
And a linnet's wing raises a child's glance.
Now is the time when a full moon dreams.
And the ladled sea, wildly, madly, reams
...

She joined the Sisters of Loreto at age 18.
Had a 40-year faith crisis, yet has been canonised?
Taking her vows as a nun in 1931, her life blurs.
'Peace of heart' - she never developed one.
...

Dark November days are here again
And I'm wondering why nothing's changed.
I guess I'm just trash, waiting for collection.
I'm like a lost stray.
...

Love, it will reconstruct us all.
Remove our shadows from the wall.
so that nothing remains forlorn,
We'll all be airborne, not soil-borne.
...

Faith is a raft on an ocean, so cling fast
It won't sink. But might you drift insane?
Might you forget even your own name?
Might you drown, might you lambaste.
...

Let me free my mind of worries.
And be impulsive; let me fly
On a whim to the Canaries
Buy a new bikini from Sainsbury's.
...

working backwards to
a time of love only
the days move forward
*
...

Rose-coloured tints at sunset
Above skeletal black trees
Seasonally, they're bloodstained.
As the sky turns a scarlet pastiche.
...

In principle, all wants solid foundations.
A good upbringing and a happy home life.
Strong family roots, healthy relations:
Find themselves a loving husband or wife.
...

I want her fraying knickers
To remain in my firm grasp
While I unfasten her bra.
I want her body tilting forward on tiptoe,
...