Dirty, Happy Fingers

Smudging chaotic, charcoal fingers
into bottle bottomed half circles,
dust blowing the debris away.
This paper foundation
is a perfect platform
to skyscraper her imagination from.
To glide like an ice-skater,
ballerina pirouettes
and ‘Ta-da’ flourishes.
You can keep your still life
and bowls of fruit.
She’s adventuring through art,
the sheer sides of miracles
and abseiling with perfect
pitch and control
through the daydreams
which flourish at the heart of herself.

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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.