Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 29,965 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Young Vines That Creek? - Poem by Mark Heathcote

You’ve spoken with a dead or dying star
Each night you’ve gone to sleep.

Is it a reflexion of a prayer?
No one should ever keep?

Do you clutch it like a new born starling?
When first its tired eyes first open to peep.

Is it a gentle reminder that the old they too
Must have been young vines that creek?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 17, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 17, 2015

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