andrew mitchell : Writing

One foot in the....

One foot in the....

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The grave that followed as a man’s shadow casts no hole where the footprints of time are in step with his fall.
Within the castle of true colours I spent.

Within the castle of true colours I spent.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The poet draws bloodending the story,the stanza is dead.Long live the kingwho swings on the smileof his lovely lady.Endangered thoughtsbuild a wall fr..
Within the menagerie of thoughts and sorts!

Within the menagerie of thoughts and sorts!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Long live the penthat feeds the pagethat grazes on wordsfenced in by sentencesuntil they jumpto freedom on a breezefrom a whisper" Let go!"
In the beginning there was nothing!

In the beginning there was nothing!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The man in the moonslips off his perch,the light at the endof the tunnel dies,weathered handsclaw back timeon a clock-facepitted by sand.The footsteps..
The woven fabric of man tears.

The woven fabric of man tears.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


What binds us nowwill lose its tiesin the endfor mankind couldnever tie the knot.A clock watches onits time inconsequentialas is its handsthat turn it..
In the moment of moss gathering.

In the moment of moss gathering.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


With drapes drawnacross the sky,upon night fallclouds of tears poursoaking the groundsof moments planted.While somewhere betweenheaven and earththough..
See inside for details.

See inside for details.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


He who ventures first,and lifts the lidwill see the truthinside the pot,but not before the potboils and spilleth overscolding those whoplay with fire.
In the loop of the know, where am I.

In the loop of the know, where am I.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The piddle from the puddlepoured tears overthe odours of the odious,the naivety of the knavefrom the graze on the mazeto minds gravitating towardsthe ..
Ahoy! The post's arrived, there's someone home.

Ahoy! The post's arrived, there's someone home.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Of the ship that sailson the sands of timethe galleon holdsall the thoughts goldwhere memories are lootedand walk the blank,the crows nestis still ali..
What will be will be?

What will be will be?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Tomorrow's dreamshang in the balanceon the tree of lifeas autumn falls today.