andrew mitchell : Writing

The spill.

The spill.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


There was plenty of water under the bridge, but no mop to clean it!
Lest Ye forget!

Lest Ye forget!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You’ll always have what you had, for time allows one to reflect.
When the unknown road is already laid.

When the unknown road is already laid.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One cannot disinvent the wheel when the wheels are in motion.
Here it is, found it!

Here it is, found it!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One could never reach the end,if one could not find the start.
Did you find what you were looking for?

Did you find what you were looking for?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


There was always something missingno matter what you found.
The longevity of love.

The longevity of love.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The greatest love storywas not between Romeo and Juliet,tragically cut short,but between grandma and grandpa.They journeyed the highs and lows of love..
Not all heads  roll, some go klunk!

Not all heads roll, some go klunk!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


If only lovers didn’t lose their heads, Henry the Eighth would have kept his.
When the other-side  came up empty!

When the other-side came up empty!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Of the bridgebetween two loversthat love built,the bridge brokewhen one...let otherswalk on it.Even lovehas a weight restrictionor be it tumble.
Noughts and crosses go hand in hand.

Noughts and crosses go hand in hand.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Some people had a cross to bear, while others just went round in circles.
The mind’s circle of fear.

The mind’s circle of fear.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One had no key for imprisoned thoughts, caged they haunted reality in a nightly ritual continuing tomorrow’s nightmare.