andrew mitchell : Writing

Off the shelf

Off the shelf

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I am a product of my parent's making and I stand to be corrected until my subtraction by time.
Playing the game

Playing the game

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In a world of numbers I am always at odds with evens.
When common-sense ruled

When common-sense ruled

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In my day we didn't need warning labels on everything cos we weren't that bloody stupid.
No! Not a protractor

No! Not a protractor

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In the lands that time forgot there lived a king only twelve inches tall. He was a terrible king but made a good ruler.
The turning into reds and golds

The turning into reds and golds

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The leaf that turns is no wheel but a cycle.
Just  stringing along

Just stringing along

A Poem by andrew mitchell


When I pulled your string It was shorter than expected But only time knew.
The roundness of change

The roundness of change

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Bumped into consumption the other night I said Boy you’ve put on weight He replied Didn’t you know, Diet and I are no longer together.
A one night stand

A one night stand

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Like a ploughman's lunch Several courses to consume No time to digest.
Eager belly seeks attention

Eager belly seeks attention

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Hungry like a wolf What’s for dinner tonight mum? The world is starving.
Cold thoughts winter

Cold thoughts winter

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Writer’s snow falls on pages empty the vastness of white explored hibernates.