andrew mitchell : Writing

Behind the scenes of a mirror cracked.

Behind the scenes of a mirror cracked.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I am what I am, I’m all there is. In the event I am moved, look after my shadow. Before the mirror cracked I saw the same face make the..
Poetic injustice! That’s me!

Poetic injustice! That’s me!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


If only I had a metre maid to correct my lines, then I wouldn’t be typecast as a poet committing crimes. The Poet villain.
The troubadour sings of dying love.

The troubadour sings of dying love.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


There were no flowers but there was the drowning pool. She loves me she loves me not, she loves me, she .... sorry it’s not this one, s..
The fool on the hill.

The fool on the hill.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You spend all your life to get to the top, climbing the hill only to go down hill at breathtaking speed. They never tell you that the joy of goi..
It’s a mad, mad world in the artistic mind of never enough.

It’s a mad, mad world in the artistic mind of ne..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Thoughts with no names entertain the circus mind where ideas ride the carousel of the cranial ring where thoughts walk the high wire while othe..
A mathematical journey of confusion minus Confucius sayings.

A mathematical journey of confusion minus Confuciu..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Drawing a line through obscure I found perspective figuratively speaking in a corner where all angles meet. They said follow the path of geomet..
Do not enter Pandora’s box.

Do not enter Pandora’s box.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the sanctuary of thoughts what does one find but a mind that wants to play. Hide and seek anyone? When the door says Do not enter.... is th..
The Midas torch.

The Midas torch.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


As your thoughts leaned on the mantelpiece my thoughts lie where you put me as you stoked my ashes once more in the fireplace. How my heart o..
The bird has flown.

The bird has flown.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You always did reach for the sky sitting on your smile, that wicked grin. How I could hear your mind with your obstreperous thoughts kicking a*..
The mortality of autumn.

The mortality of autumn.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life is evergreen leaves blowing in the wind ‘til one day you realise you’re autumn.

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