In the cold of night murmurs.

In the cold of night murmurs.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the cold of night
thoughts that creak
descend the stairs
from the mind’s cemetery.
Where they all
come and go;
some out loud,
some in whispers,
others wish to speak
from the ghost writer.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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for me, that cemetery is the size of the one in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly----
and the final stone that is mine..is across from Arch Stanton's...it's the one marked "Unknown"--
got a shiver reading this one...
a good shiver.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

One of my favourite movies , great soundtrack, great actors and the last scenes were spot on. Thanks.. read more

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