Under the bridge lies hollow memories.

She draws the curtain
over hollow eyes,
a skull viewing
the bedside candle,
shadows sway on the flame moving.
The emptiness of mind
once a closet enclosing
the makings of memories
where thought processes
float in its cold confines.
There’s a hazy hue
on the mirror’s reflection,
a writer’s pen fades from view,
the veil shivers
during the ghost’s last breath,
a wind turns over
another page empty.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Under the bridge lies hollow memories''
Andrew Mitchell,
The thing about being a reader is I get to interpret writing as I feel
-see it. This one is about lack of inspiration. A frozen state of being
emotion, feeling stagnant and lacking intuition.
End of poem:
"There's a hazy hue
on the mirror's reflection,
a writer's pen fades from view,
the veil shivers
during the ghost's last breath,
a wind turns over
another page empty."
Oh, that these times of dormancy and stagnancy are given new life.
Whether a person gleans help from others, in research, or in what
ever way it is always great when the pen starts moving again!
I suppose this poem had something to do with ghost writing
but I took it this way.
Blessings
Kathy

[andrew mitchell]

I like your take on this Kelly and you're probably right. Thanks for the in depth review.:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"hollow eyes, empty head, empty pages"
the poet in a lull....perhaps he or she is a ghost of the writer who lived before, or a ghost writer with a phantom pen...only in the mind, not reality...
either way there is way too much white space.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you j. Just wanted to capture a ghost writer story.