Mark. A Heathcote Poems

When I see the green and red
Of the furnace flames aglow,
And a white dove is rising in the skies.
And those sleek, slender, starving Black-
...

Little brother, little sister
Protagonists of disaster
When our fists are raised in anger.
...

Wrens - warble
Turkeys - gobble
Rooster - cock-a-doodle-doo
Calves - bleat
...

If I could soar above all my inherent problems
And fly like an eagle, where should I nest
Every place I would seek to rest has problems
The wind is either too strong or too light
...

He wraps his hands around her throat.
A candle about to die
Black feathers in hand practically smote
A dagger's stabbing, bloody goodbye.
...

One morning with renewed faith, we'll awake.
Like Anadolu ponies dancing, and
Skip outside...kick open the stable door—shake
Our manes, and nod our heads, flick our tails, stunned.
...

When I was a child, I had a Rough Collie dog.
It visited pensioners on the council estate.
And became an incredible friend and mate
Dogs are amazing; they leave me agog.
...

Seen as a wader, the gleaner
Of these murky margins.
He is in for the long haul. Neck deep,
So gracefully slender.
...

Louis Wain had his paw bent on painting.
And drawing the most wonderful things.
He had an eye for the mischievous and fun.
He liked one Persian cat for its distinctive blue eyes.
...

living monument
strength and resilience
no more bombs, please
...