She looked at him with sardonic amusement.

She looked at him with sardonic amusement.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There was no need
to be pertinent
in your sardonic manner,
as your letters formed
columns of verbs
that proceeded
to attack my nouns
on all flanks;
I was surrounded.
You left me speechless,
you took no prisoners.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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