Lay Still My Beating Heart! Poem by Mark Heathcote

Beneath the white wet dew-lit foxgloves,
The lichens and apricot boughs
Beneath the dusky grey church clock tower
And the ambient wet westward clouds,
Lay still my beating heart.

As silence wrestles with silence-taut
As topaz ladybirds march unduly
Through the myriad ichor of lustrous web,
Through a needle of time unravelling,
Lay still my beating heart with His.

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Beneath the white wet dew-lit foxgloves,
The lichens and apricot boughs
Beneath the dusky grey church clock tower
And the ambient wet westward clouds,
Lay still my beating heart.

As silence wrestles with silence-taut
As a topaz, ladybirds march unduly
Through the Ichor myriads of the lustrous web,
Through a needle of time unravelling,
Lay still my beating heart.