Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,665 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Glorious Ravishments Of Excel - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The tiger lilies open there vanilla throats
Lilac spotted in a rain cloud flashing storm.
Such heavens hold us in a lifetime, devotes
Sword, swaged, warrior bees perform;
A melody of rites born to serve, loves hell
And all her glorious ravishments of excel

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014

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