Bow to Cello

by Paul Tristram / August 19th, 2018

She
slid
down
my

chest… and stayed there,
cupped in the depth of my heart.
As decades blurred around Us,
Our Season never changed,
departed, nor waned.
And when the gravestone beckoned
Us, to come, nestle beneath it…
I first, and then She…
I wreathed our new home
with as much love as I could muster,
in preparation of Her coming back to Me.

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, August 19th, 2018 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.