It is written.

A Shakespearean thickness
of atmosphere permeates
the stage carrying images
through dark and winding
corridors of the mind
leading to a small, closed room.
On opening, candle lit
a note on a desk
“We, the Poets.”

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

We the poets, indeed. Very eloquently written poem Andrew. I enjoyed it very much.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Carlos