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
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’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.