The Griever and The Antelope Make Friends

At the bottommost slope
of Life-Fractured Hill,
deep within the Northern Territories
of the Desolate Wastelands.
He finally lifted up
that face, screwed on rigid
with pain, reached out
a trembling, unsure hand,
and touched gently
the Antelope’s suede-smooth
bowed head.
Sick of the ragged,
twisted bark and brambles
scripture-constricting
his trouble-furrowed brow.
He let the innocent warmth
seep down his battle-weary arm,
into his stone-cold chest…
where miraculously
it germinated a ‘Seed’
-which unknown to him-
she had carefully left hidden
before crossing into the Hereafter.

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.