Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 26,876 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Love Is Scarlet As Red Phloxes - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Every heart can grow cankerous
To the apple core—turn bloodless.
Its paradise not avarice
Autumn gathers, stores, covets.

Secretly its cold abutments…
Want only to lock-horns like snails.
Forget feeling downcast, dullness…
Forget purple coloured veils-

Over sadness, we’re not goblins…
Memories can be tainted but
Love is scarlet as red phloxes
Gather your own harvest, chest puffed.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015

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