The pattern.

The pattern.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Through kaleidoscope eyes
the mosaic mind follows
the footsteps of shadows
on tiled floors reflected by
stained glass hues.
The steely resolve of
wrought iron gates closes,
the earth smiles at the sky,
prays blow in the wind,
no where to be found,
and a raven perched
on a gargoyle  follows
the lines of a black cat
disappearing.... from view.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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I imagine this as a flash-like reflection, maybe about the current state of word affairs. It's a blurred image but we see the shadows and dark lines framing something we all know. I'd avoid crossing that cat's path. Good write, Andrew.

Posted 4 Years Ago


A raven and a black cat. I think Mr. Poe would have liked this one.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you John, Mr Poe was very good wasn't he!
I think of a really darkened version of Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds....or rather Cat's eyes.
a Poe-like offering...

love it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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