Light my fire

Light my fire

A Poem by andrew mitchell

For you
a wicker basket
a wicked basket
for you.

Inside this
wicker basket
you placed a soldier
that fought your wars
a sacrificial lamb
you watched him burn
your wicked Highness.

Inside the fireplace
a book of spells burn
once a witch’s den
now a place of no return
burn, baby, burn.

In the disco inferno
arsonists go up
in smoke
in celebration of
a caveman’s discovery
I find a copy of
Arthur Brown’s Fire.
How ironic!

And now your Highness
fireworks in the bedroom,
I close the Doors,
my name Guy Fawkes.

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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What a story to be told! What an analogy to describe failed attempts of restoring something.
I love it.
At least he was not trying to blow up our beloved Emperor.

Posted 1 Month Ago

andrew mitchell

1 Month Ago

Haha you are too kind it was only going to be two stanzas but it felt unfinished so I just rambled o.. read more
Sami Khalil

1 Month Ago

Hehehe! You are welcome Emperor Andrew.

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Added on December 2, 2021
Last Updated on December 2, 2021


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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