Mark Heathcote : Writing

A wealth derived from riches alone…

A wealth derived from riches alone…

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Money can make you rich beyond compare Its vault needs guarding the little it does share. A wealth derived from riches alone Can be ..
What we have we simply forget

What we have we simply forget

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


What is there to shelve but our memories? At first we fill a dozen albums a year… Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory's..
Sticky molasses…

Sticky molasses…

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


I went from longing to antenatal classes This was after a period of exquisite lust We never made the bed. Never learnt or found ti..
  Break out my pills...

Break out my pills...

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Take out my dentures Break out my pills... Take off my spectacles Plump-up my pillows. Break my string of pearls And cur..
 A bullet or a rocking chair

A bullet or a rocking chair

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


I have a bullet or a rocking chair A young skeleton or a fairy crown Which one do I stick around for? One is imaginary: The other is a du..
How many crushed cicada insects once were we?

How many crushed cicada insects once were we?

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


If a stone sinks From where was it raised? If the salts in the sea Came from you and me How many grains of sand once were we? ..
I am forever spun dizzyingly around…

I am forever spun dizzyingly around…

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


The day opens its wings, a bird for you Diamonded in wet; morning dew The night sparkles like a dark rum for you Sequined; in cloudless, ..
What is loneliness to me?

What is loneliness to me?

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


What is loneliness to me? Who was born lonelier? Who was lonelier born - than I? …Lonelier than a bedtime story, Never told: Because it t..
Visions above my bedspread…

Visions above my bedspread…

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Let the wind take control of the tiller Let blathers change the idle weather Who am I to see those hungry dead? Mount visions above my bedspre..
I have a mandate to see me through

I have a mandate to see me through

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


I have a heart to share in I can’t replicate But I can always stick like glue Because there’s no other like you I can ..