We looked for something past remembrance cutting through some fields of emerald green like a ploughed furrow waiting for a seed to grow we looked for something past remembrance something that's not yet solidified, like a black crow something that's not unnoticeable and is-eerily seen we looked for something past remembrance vexed all things have a known resemblance. Until we hit upon a coagulated black oak bough that was no longer the yolk of an acorn green no longer a sapling, oak, here only a bog oak now the remains of which wanted-kindling in gasoline it was something past all remembrance it was something past all resemblance wanting, discarded—only to be fanned into flames.
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, from Manchester, Mark is the author of “In Perpetuity” and “Back on Earth” two books of poems published by Creative Talents Unleashed.
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