Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,664 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Filigree Of Gold: - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have a heart ancient and old
its core is of a rock larva
Newly formed with a pumice soul
that absorbs its self
that absolves its self
till nothing of the whole remains
It is as a liquid-salt or a filigree of gold:
It is a barren desert
It is thirstier than a cactus-flower
awaiting some other blissful dead-sun
that has no need of substance
No need of reliance or earthly love
I have a heart ancient and old,
its core is of a rock larva
Searching-out the mountain top:
A mountains summit to unfold
Endlessness it is rented with a mouth of love
unearthed but any-ways housed untold.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, July 24, 2017

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