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


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

29 Views
Added on January 11, 2025
Last Updated on January 11, 2025

Author

andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



About
Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..

Writing