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 exhibition
queues of handsome suitors
male and female
walk pass and wonder
as she sleeps for eternity,
the comatose beauty.

© 2025 andrew mitchell


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there's an interesting question in this work of satire. it seems like that people nowadays are afraid of love. but why? isnt tht the only true thing worth living for? people dont seem to like being alive, and that's evident everywhere you look...
the title was a good choice to. it made me think of an art gallery. now, to me a gallery is a place bursting with life, which is why the first few lines threw me off. but there is a truth to what you say: art is dead. we breathe life into it by looking - really looking. if i were allowed to kiss it, i would like that. but just like sleeping beauty, she forever remains asleep; dead. because no one is bold enough to kiss it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Months Ago

Spot on Ern, thanks for stopping by.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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