Ghosts and tombstones.

Ghosts and tombstones.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Showering emotions
wandering skies
thunder thoughts
gather clouded.

Criss cross swords
monoliths shade
hollow chants
shining silver.

Echoes cry
skulls chatter
digits scratch
drunken swagger.

Marked shadows
earthly slumbers
shrinking violets
dead roses lie.

Loves grey lost
crawls slowly
worms digesting
pages of memories.

Halloween laughs
dead bones walking
cold kisses frayed amongst
littered hugs rustling,
tender is the night
when scavenging love fades.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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ghoulish-ly delightful, Andrew...too many aahmazing lines to choose from...tho my favorite *s* are the last two stanzas...always, a pleasure to visit your art. thank you for sharing — x — barrie

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you ms Barrie for your lovely words and gracing my page.
ms. barrie

8 Years Ago

you’re most welcomed, Andrew :)

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andrew mitchell

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