A Fortnight Within… The Womb Of Your Leaving

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