What if God were a Kingfisher
& you, I was a fish, would you hide
Would you go, play, hide & seek?
Since I have welcomed, death.
Of death, I have no fear…
So I welcome the Kingfisher of souls.
To snap me up when my time is near
Sure enough, I shall not fight
Struggle as he holds me mid-air in flight
Fish gills shut tight; let mouths be, opened
Let every fish scale suit of armour fall
When it’s time to answer his inanimate, call.
© Mark Andrew Heathcote
Excerpt from the book Back on Earth
About the Author
Marks first book was well received earning him favourable reviews. This being, his second book, Mark, hopes to build on that good reputation and establish his own, brand of poetry.
Mark is a father of five children, and lives and works in the UK. Mark resides in Manchester where he works as an adult learning difficulties support worker and he spends his free time gardening and writing poetry.
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