Mark Heathcote

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My stories

Misplaced ego!

I am a writer; if I sell a word or not And if you people are my readers Then I must be, hot to trot…? I’ll make - paper out of these cedars. And, lay waist to a rainforest.

Crying for her first emperor…

Her tears mingle wearing his crossed-collar Blue silk blouse in bed And, when there dried, she’s interned in clay. With her terracotta army, With her terracotta, stalwart, horse.

A Medusa's calling…

As its translucent body rings-out Under an unheard, jet propulsion… Question; does it cast shadows? Does its prey know of an answer? To this rhythmic, Medusa's calling…

Fewer nicks’ no, grey upholstery

I saw a Volvo for sale for £300 today Outside a swanky refit McDonald’s All blue and chrome, without a home Square as an old 70s coffee table… A thought ran by me, it’s in good nick

Our vases were filled with wine

Our vases were filled with wine As our childhoods spun on a dime But it wasn’t the abstinence of tears That made us, into granite rocks. It wasn’t Mount Vesuvius…

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