Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,975 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Postcard - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Loving you, it's much like
Waiting for a postcard
It's quite unsportsmanlike
Ah, nothing to safeguard
Except, some avant-garde
Leopard skin, leotard
A postcard from heaven
You wait a lifetime for
So long you feel chasten-
ed neglected to the core
Written on it one word.
Illegible (Sorries) ... blurred
From a hybrid, little bird.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016

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