A Constable Sunday Afternoon

by Paul Tristram / September 9th, 2018

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’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, September 9th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.