A narrow narrative through the haze of a maze.

Through the eye

of the beholder

a shop window displays

a sign that reads

a soul for sale

enquire within.

Trampled meanderings of

an after thought lie

along the path of

a cobble stone mind.

Amongst a wishing well

for memories lost

a chimney bellows smoke

of wisdom fading.

A dripping tap,

a wilted heart

pronounced dead on arrival,

another page turns

a story dies along

the edge of the End

belonging to time.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh damn, i knew i shouldn't have gone into that store...i knew it...

now there is a "closed" sign on my mind.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Ha ha Jacob thanks for the smile. Your mind will never close nor will your poetry.

[Robert Trakofler]

You never cease to amaze me Andrew just when I think I know your voice another one comes crashing into the room! the course of this meandering is a fantastic flow! wow i'm stunned by it great imagery and analogy plays in here. I have heard on occasion that hidden inside the greatest comedians can be found a heavy heart and I think i just glimpsed yours and it painted a fine image good sir

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Robert for a delightful review.