The King’s Shilling

It is the eyes and face
which the Ravens
and Carrion Crows peck at,
softer tissue.
But on this occasion,
a pair of swaggering,
thieving Magpies,
had caught sight
of the yawwwning Sun
sparkling off a small glint
of The King’s Shilling,
clutched loosely, yet firmly,
within his rigid,
heavenward reaching hand.
And as they chattered curses,
from the bent-feathered bustle
of their black and white fight.
The fifteen year old boy’s Spirit
up and limp-marched away
(Just Like He’d Learnt To
A Month Or So Ago)
to the tune of a tin whistle…
towards an eerie,
yet, strangely familiar
Tunnel Entrance
before his cannon-broken footsteps.

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’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.