A Fortnight Within… The Womb Of Your Leaving

by Paul Tristram / July 23rd, 2017

There is no wheeling bat-flight
to eye-follow
around the bruised-purple hues
and dim burgundy light.
There’s a rejected pulse/heartbeat
drumming somewhere in the vague… distance
to accompany the mournful cello strings
))))shuddering((((
deep inside my cliff-leaping nerves.
A spider on hunger strike…
shadow-waiting something out of reach…
as the dull, throbbing Echo
sings mournful lullabies to itself…
and I dubiously half-wish
upon falling stars…
instantly kamikaze by my intrusive insistence.
If I were but a ‘Paper Man’
I would origami myself a different shape,
a more emotionally streamline construction…
and set sail from the ’10 Of Swords’ cave mouth,
to rover the lashing waves,
out into the storm-less skies
far upon the other side
of these desperate Unrequited Seas.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 23rd, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.