Out Amongst It, Cup-Handed

by Paul Tristram / September 23rd, 2018

Drinking fresh water, cup-handed,
from a mountain spring…
as the storm clouds
rumble and battle
for prominent position above you.
A heartbeat away
from pelting raindrops groundwards,
with a sincerity
quite foreign to the
‘Always In Reach Of Rooftops’
inner-city-dwellers.
You un-arch your back,
and instinctively tilt your squinting face
up towards the splattering, battering onslaught,
descending with an almost
precisioned purpose.
Scowl with a smile,
and sideways-slide a walk
over to the nearest congregation of trees,
whom have now changed
hue, depth of character, and meaning.
This is ‘Timelessness’
apart from your clothes,
and that loose domino of pylons
‘Sore-Thumbing’ it
off in the …………………… distance.
You can taste, and feel,
both the Air and Land,
in each soul-awakening breath.
As the Old Gods
start to cackle with thunder above you.

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 23rd, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.