Category Archives: Green

Footprints

One horizon sets
and another one falls
stuck within the confines
of the same four walls

A half moon rises
when I wished for it full
I grasp another shooting star
and thrust it into my skull

One, two, three, or more
knife marks in my heart
I step back to the beginning
defeated, I go back to the start

Shoes off, so I can feel the sand
with only the sound of breeze
on a beach covered in prints
a sole soul is set at ease

 

Scott Mitchell

2017

 


Empress

empress


One star outshines

That single star, found


Tryst

Tryst


Flamme

Flamme by Scott Mitchell


Eyes don’t lie

Eyes don't lie


Juncture

Juncture