Your 1712 Giovanni Grancino Cello

SsssssSSsssh, she’s weaving
auburn velvet, again,
with a Magician’s bow
alive with Passion and bonfire smoke.
I can taste Autumnal nuts and berries…
as I slide sideways,
out of picture frame,
and around a nostalgic corner.

There’s a sudden riSE and
fall…
before I am skipping,
lightly,
down a night time
spiral staircase.
And ‘THEY’ are waiting,
whoever ‘THEY’ may be?
just below…
but, the very next step
ice-skates out onto a merry-go-round…
and, I am now far too out-of-breath
to open up my moist eyes… or applaud.

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.