andrew mitchell : Writing

The Egg debate!

The Egg debate!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


It didn't matter todaywhether Humpty Dumpty fell from the wallin a new world of political correctivenessall that mattered was Humptyfree range or barn..
Crossing the vine!

Crossing the vine!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Why was Jesus nailed to the cross?He was nailed to the crossfor all your sins you have committed.Really! When did this happen?Oh! About two thousand y..
In the beginning there was this land of confusion.

In the beginning there was this land of confusion.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Who is Jesus?Jesus is the Son of God.So God is the Father?Yes he is!Did he have a Mother?Yes he did. She was called Mary.Were they married?No! They we..
The memories quest from eternal travels.

The memories quest from eternal travels.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On a sea of memoriesI sail onto theeto the edge of a precipicewhere thoughts falter and fall.On a crest of a witch's promisewandering the open skieson..
The drawing during meditational thoughts.

The drawing during meditational thoughts.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I could not maintain the blank canvas when my thoughts during my absence wanted to draw.
The last breath of ink.

The last breath of ink.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Removing the memoryout of a thought,the final ink from a pen,life's last stroke disappearstaking the hiss out of the windwhile the snake rewindsacross..
In the ink fields of shadow's cast.

In the ink fields of shadow's cast.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


On memories field lay thoughtsscattered in the wind blowing,ideas caught on grass bending,to the ink of running shadows.
Your signature lies in the lake.

Your signature lies in the lake.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Written on the lake from waves of ink rose the hand that held you under. Drowning.... Your pages wept turning no more held to ransom wrapp..
His augury of mind lies on ant hill.

His augury of mind lies on ant hill.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


His augury on life a cemetery in mind on top of a hill beneath a tree sits a raven staring a cross of no name against grey skies lies a red di..
At your doorstep.

At your doorstep.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


While the dream that had wings flew away, the carnage lay in the sleep broken while the heart stood at your doorstep, knowing there was no doo..