Warm Tabernacle

by Paul Tristram / December 23rd, 2018

In the Glamorganshire dark, Winter months,
field-traipsing by slight half-moon light…
a Welsh Valley Shaman and a Priestess
from the rugged coast of North Cornwall…
weave further into the shadow’s darkness.
Palm on palm warmth, they snake and glide,
clairvoyantly in step, and twisting movement.
There is still no sight of the small campfire yet,
but it’s off up to the right, you can sense it approaching.
He barks twice, quickly, after an underfoot branch-snap
EXPLODES a roost of starlings up into the sky
from a nearby gnarly old Oak Tree,
to let them know that they be ‘Friend’ not ‘Foe’.
They bank the skeletal trail at rear of the Site,
unhood a fraction of a second afore entering
the densely camouflaged, oval, clearing.
Nod greetings to the nearest Sentries, then slip through
the folds of the Celtic Knotworked canvas dwelling.

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, December 23rd, 2018 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.