Mark Heathcote

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My stories

Any more than the moons aglow…

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 17 Jul 2012

There are fairies in the light In that glowing bulb so bright Resin trunks - amber lockets Wound-around a ring of spirits. Who goes there… in the wilderness?
Love
Poem
Certificate U

They’re singing in the laurels

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 10 Jul 2012

They’re singing in the laurels At first our lovers danced Behind the evergreen box-hedge O’ then they’re singing in the laurels Housed by the woodlands-edge…
Nature
Poem
Certificate U

Blue and white flower zeniths…

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 03 Jul 2012

On approaching the white cliffs of Beachy Head A feeling of hysteria and glee—snuck over me. As sunshine began pouring down, instead of slanting rain
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

Married life

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 27 Jun 2012

Mr—you can kiss me if or when I ask. But do not sir not ever before Mr—you may touch me a little if I grasp But don’t ask what I’m looking for? It might just be a senator or a signor.
Humour
Poem
Certificate U

Yearnings of the longest day and night!

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 26 Jun 2012

Nameless; she herself dares her, secret kiss Softly, tenderly, he tinkles like a gentle rain fall. Falling down the chimney, her senses sizzle… She calls come this solstice at owl, call.
Erotica
Poem
Certificate PG

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