Longridge Woods Poem by Mark Heathcote
Longridge Woods
When did his focus on life
Turn to death as though,
Annulled—there wasn't a drop left.
Lungs like two emptied bagpipes
Like two dead cats side by side.
Eyes glazed over— gingerly void.
Three sheets to the wind: flung over-
Slantwise -nothing absent to glamorise.
He just went to Longridge, woods to harmonise
Only a vacant wind listened to his last cruel notes.
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4/30/2024 8:01:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing! Really loved it Mark. With all our frustrations and failures Nature is always there with her soothing balm. You are an excellent writer. A 10 +.
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