andrew mitchell : Writing

This shot was taken when I was......

This shot was taken when I was......

A Poem by andrew mitchell


This shot was taken when I was.....Time castsits spellson those consumedwith dreams;framed,mounted,in a pictureof their own makings.
The cover up?

The cover up?

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The cover up?The cover upalong side her sacred grounds; observing slim panties wasno concealment for evermore...... wondering.
Her Prism

Her Prism

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Her prism.His colours enteredher prism of loverefracting whiteempty, discarded;blank memories.
Leave a message!

Leave a message!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Leave a message!The phone to her heartalways engaged;the love line busy. Her message short;" Leave a message after the beat!"" I'll get back to you...
The Attic.

The Attic.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The Attic. The Attic contained all my thoughts but no-one ..
Life's placemats no.2

Life's placemats no.2

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Life's placemats no.2.Places everyone!
Frayed love

Frayed love

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Frayed love.Her tapestry of lovein the beginningwas well knotteduntil he did a runner...now looking frayed.
First impressions.

First impressions.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


First impressions.On first impressions....she came acrossvery classy;an expensive present.The sort... you'd hardly dare to unwrap.
Circumambient.

Circumambient.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Circumambient.There was an airof circumambiencemaking love to a ghostparticularly when the momentwas all a dream.
Tears of laughter.

Tears of laughter.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Tears of laughter.Puddled emotions riseeuphorically loudon notes drowningfrom manic laughter.


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