Mark Heathcote : Writing

The moral vine

The moral vine

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


It’s great to have morals… And, lord them like laurels. How few of us have them" In truth we acquire them. Honestly, from time to tim..
Redemption

Redemption

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


“Redemption” does it come with a sell by date! If it does I fear I’m already too late! See I’ve done my bit of blasphemy d..
Nestled closer to the dark…

Nestled closer to the dark…

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


I’m going to my winding sheet But not before I close my eyes Only because I need to rest And I can’t stand lies&h..
Injustice

Injustice

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


haiku
Drank deep in paradise

Drank deep in paradise

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


You exposed your beauty and my heart It drank deep in paradise And my heart it beat thrice a second… Unto look deep in your..
 Did the ground fall from your wings

Did the ground fall from your wings

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Did the ground fall from your wings Did the turreted stars arrow down in the wind… Did your heart meld all summer with his sun? Di..
Shadows voice their secrets

Shadows voice their secrets

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Shadows voice their secrets It’s like those stars fluttering, Burning, in their coals... And you, you coke my hearts Unan..
I’m sure I’m not a singer

I’m sure I’m not a singer

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


I’m a carpenter in my mind I’m a poet and a painter But I’m sure I’m not a singer Like you! I’m s..
My hearts like a calling seashell

My hearts like a calling seashell

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


My hearts like a calling seashell Subliminally, I’ll always love you My hearts like a calling seashell I’ll always hear you..
Life without love is a hermit’s charade

Life without love is a hermit’s charade

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


There are hearts in a charade That can never be lit Whose shining patina is constantly on the blip? With bricks, trowel and a sp..