A haunted landscape

A haunted landscape

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A brush stroke
upon naked intent
the object of my desire
becomes my muse
I wrestle with the idea
and the subject’s components
I ponder on
the body
I had before
in awe of
the beauty
a haunted landscape.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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beauty is definitely a muse...we paint our own Mona Lisa smiles with the keys.



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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