Within the castle of true colours I spent.

Within the castle of true colours I spent.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The poet draws blood
ending the story,
the stanza is dead.
Long live the king
who swings on the smile
of his lovely lady.
Endangered thoughts
build a wall from itself
as knowledge slips
into a sinkhole, a moat;
the hourglass of time stagnates,
as the turning of the tides
brings change to a stop.
I saw the princess
and a pumpkin.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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bee
What a fascinating piece! Was very interested to read what happened to poor Cinderella.

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Thank you bee
Poor Cinderella...she just didn't realize how close it was to midnight...
"Rulers make bad lovers, better put your kingdom up for sale"---(stevie nicks)

Posted 3 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

3 Years Ago

Haha thank you for your words and the smile.

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