More Of This, Please

Well, I feel completely outgunned here…
we’ve only been sitting here a minute or so
staring up at all those lovely white clouds,
and you’ve already found a pirate galleon,
a map of Cymru, a sideways waterfall
bouncing off the front of a broken teapot,
and a buzzard pushing a shopping trolley up a hill…
whilst I’ve spotted a kite and a face shape.
Oh dear, I’m sorry, but I’m giggling again…
when I pulled into the carpark to meet you
I thought I saw my Punk Rocker ‘Breakdancing’
but, you were actually weaving the breeze,
nice moves by the way, hahaha…
especially when you bounced back up after slipping.
Tell me about this Mr. Crab-Apple again,
so he’s not the actual ‘Tree’ itself,
he just lives inside it, like a Caretaker, right?
Boomerangs need to learn to let go, you say?
And the smell of early morning baked bread
and freshly cut garden grass
are two of the best natural balms for a worn-out soul?

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.