From a wicker man, a wicker poem.

From a wicker man, a wicker poem.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Through the mire
a funeral pyre
a journey of
poetic thoughts
that crackles and burns.
While the smoke rises
from a stanza that
formed the heap
on the fire
the verses are
selected one by one
sentenced to death.
Where once was
opportunity,
only the memory
of a poem’s shadow
remains to comfort
the mind that
gave the word
to let go.


© 2021 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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