Her castle

Her castle

A Poem by andrew mitchell

On raising 
her drawbridge
I thought 
I was in.

Only to find
she lowered
her portcullis.

I had no entry,
invites only,
her castle.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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oh, your poetry is lovely...refreshing. This was so funny...poor lass didn't know she had left you off the invite list I am sure Andrew.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

thank you so much for your kind words Jesserose, just my wicked sense of humour in action lol
Don't you hate when you get invited to the party just to find out there is nothing to eat, no one to dance with and you go home alone early, at least you got to see her petticoats while the drawbridge was up :~)

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

haha thanks bear
there are so many guards put up when trust is a wavering issue, like ripples in the moat.

j.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

too many to knock down is a sign FLEE! lol Thanks J

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Added on November 29, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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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..