Jack In The Green’s Blue

by Paul Tristram / May 29th, 2016

He sits disillusioned and despondent.
Imprisoned and exiled
to a windy, exhaust-fumed smelly
traffic island on the arse-end
of this post-industrial town.
Stagnating upon yellow grasses,
scrub bushes and granite chippings.
The acid rain and oil slick puddles
help to strangle away all hope.
They’re building another flyover bridge
yonder where the duck ponds
and the rabbit burrows used to be.
The Ancient Hawthorn Hedgerows,
ripe with blackberry, sloe and acorn.
Alive with finches, yellowhammers,
thrushes, tits, little owls and the like.
Are lost forever to out of town
carparks, garages and supermarkets.
Miles and miles of cold, grey concrete
smothering Mother Nature’s
once healthy green and beautiful face.

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’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, May 29th, 2016 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.