Simon Heathcote

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The great sufferings are upon me —
they come when the stars are heavy with debt
& chalk lines of ancestors are crumbling
in mind & outstretched hands —
when an unseen history grabs you by the throat
throttles the bars of the nervous system
designed to defend against a sweeping
avalanche of childhood wrongs.
My…

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In equatorial temperatures of vast summer
walkers take to the pavements unsure
sheltering outside by the old house
under great fans of elm & bent oak
listening for water
while sun rains down alone.
We straddle too many worlds
for months happy orchids praying for heat
soon wilting & wishing we hadn’t wished at all…

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We are both remnant &
spawn of another season
evidence littering the house in
ghosts of the past — photographs
dried flowers, the careful way
a napkin is folded, a glass put away.
How we do this or that
pulls on invisible threads
even cold stone hearts, then
the warmth of a solitary blaze.
The mystery can hit you…

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Simon Heathcote

Simon Heathcote

Psychotherapist writing on the human journey for some; irreverently for others; and poetry for myself; former newspaper editor. Heathcosim@aol.com