andrew mitchell : Writing

The disappearing act

The disappearing act

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Time is immortality that mortals want.
Please hold, your time is precious to us

Please hold, your time is precious to us

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Do not invest in time for time will add on the years while withdrawing your time allocated here in the present.
Another BBC intrusive interview

Another BBC intrusive interview

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In tonight’s show please give a big hand to welcome, the Bra. Welcome Bra. Thanks nice to be here. I suppose you could say you’re ..
The moods of change

The moods of change

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Please accept I am no more than what I am. Be it the breeze caressing the back of your neck or the howl in winter blowing in your face. ..
The exhibition

The exhibition

A Poem by andrew mitchell


There was to be no signs of life in these better times as it was deemed inappropriate to kiss the Sleeping Beauty without her consent. Now an ..
When the tables turned

When the tables turned

A Poem by andrew mitchell


If animals had a religion Man would be the Devil through his policies of carrying out cruelty, hunting for pleasure and the cause of many to ext..
Of similar dissent

Of similar dissent

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I may be made of concrete but as solid as I am I come with cracks. I hear you’re made of clay Miss Crumble Would you like a drink some w..
The dark side of the move

The dark side of the move

A Poem by andrew mitchell


One can never be found working in shadows unless you have a light.
Short as it was

Short as it was

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Our time together was short lived so I stepped into your shadow I felt comfort there. Looking back it’s a shame that a short life is ..
It was writers gaff

It was writers gaff

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A poem emancipated lies word starved on paper: Literary Correctional Services arrived too late. Poetic police called to investigate a possible..