2 Poems by Mark Andrew Heathcote

Cosmic Forces

Nothing is ever really empty
even the darkest void is wanting to-be-filled
like a tear, a black hole in space
seen in reverse is a gateway to the stars?
Nothing ever remains empty for long
even a deliberate manmade-void
in a science lab will unleash atoms
incoming enticing the other to collide
perhaps it's all just a courtship dance
there isn't a puddle where the ground is level
like balls and skittles, we-are-designed
to fall down but equally, get up again.
The game is not to win or surrender
it simply means we should never give in
we should all just-keep-on playing.

Virgin snow that hasn't been penetrated

Would I sing for a meal?
made of snow and ice
that will melt within seconds
and not for an instance suffice.

This-is-how a night with you might be
physically satisfying maybe
or maybe not, maybe wintry
or like a hot running Epsom salt bath.

But I guess I’ll never know
because I don’t want to be
those first footsteps in the pristine snow,
a nebula that will-never-more after glow.

Once you leave, walk through fields
abundant with sapphires
wet with morning dew,
viewing wildflowers other than me-and-you.

Bionote

Mark Andrew Heathcote is adult learning difficulties support worker. He has poems published in journals, magazines, and anthologies both online and in print. He resides in the UK, and is from Manchester. Mark is the author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth,” two books of poems published by Creative Talents Unleashed.