Mark Heathcote

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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 4 months ago
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StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 8 months ago
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StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 7 months ago
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My stories

Let this pilgrim’s sin, inaugurate

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 26 Oct 2008

Unnerve! Mine-eye That I might, see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal sky and sea; Lead me through that lowly pastoral gate. Let this nomad’s world abate.
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

The bell of Knutsford’s many throng

By Mark Heathcote on Sun, 26 Oct 2008

A young queen dances around the Knutsford maypole! As though she lingered within some fathomless dream Lifting joyful ribbon arms like a linnet on the breeze;
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

A temporal vision

By Mark Heathcote on Sat, 25 Oct 2008

A temporal vision That’s what I had When I was a child I walked not as a lad But as a lord or a man Wandering, wistfully, blissfully tall Wild and mad, hand in hand
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

Lamenting hearts

By Mark Heathcote on Sat, 25 Oct 2008

Lamenting hearts will always break- Like, shimmering coals in the grate; But before they can honour this? They’ll burn with a simmering, kiss That they and their fated-
Love
Poem
Certificate U

A distant kind of love

By Mark Heathcote on Sat, 25 Oct 2008

A dove calls her mate in the moon But a sea wind calls, go not to soon... For the night is young in circles new The waves are rolling deep and blue. So’ it is for you; the world was made
Love
Poem
Certificate U

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