A warning to the curious

A warning to the curious

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Encroaching memories
a legend of gargoyles
looking on stoned,
a gathering of thoughts
remembered by antiquarians
transfixed on the horrors
unexplained on secrets
buried under grey slabs
their skulls bear eternity.
The tides of curiosities
wash up upon the shores
footprints in remembrance.

© 2022 andrew mitchell

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dearest Andrew … as I climbed the Stairs of the Washington National Cathedral in Washington, D. C. many years ago in 1987– I looked out the ancient Windows at the Gargoyles faces still remembering… looking out at the Graves of those Sacred Souls who strolled so long ago among the Gardens of Roses where Rainbows 🌈 shown through the Stained glass Windows of the Saints who remained . gently, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago

Sad horrible atrocities great write

Posted 2 Months Ago

such excellent imagery in this...

and yes, maybe better to be stoned so some of the memories won't hit so hard...

ease the pain.

Posted 2 Months Ago

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Added on September 25, 2022
Last Updated on September 25, 2022


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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