A Constable Sunday Afternoon

Everything instantly switches
to slow-motion,
as a grey heron
beats its wings
in arching, solemn, ancestric-rhythms.
And rises at a gentle slope,
but a few feet
from where we’re walking
and levels the heaviness
of the water beneath its majestic self,
whilst sky-climbing away.
Your guard is down at once,
and an excited giggle
traces your smile in cartwheels.
As your voice at last leaves,
by tumble, the safety zone.
I can feel and sense everything…
the yawning, sleepiness of the oak tree,
the uncurling of the fern,
sun-reaching and exact,
the bramble as it slowly twists
its way towards a blackberry Autumn…
and the gentle, nervous pulse
beneath your slightly moist palm
as we make our way over to the hay.

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.