Winter Dwelling A British Long Barrow

It’s really strange but I can’t get depressed,
there’s just something about the place
… I mean, I know that we’re pretty cosy,
all neatly tucked-away together, like…
but, still, it’s different to buses or tarpauling.
Oh no way, it’s the opposite to creepy
… it’s Sunday afternoon duck pond calm,
and we randomly get the ‘Giggles’ daily.
Apart from, I don’t even like to say, really…
well, ‘Sex’, yeah, then I get a bit paranoid,
and it doesn’t matter who I’m doing it with
… you just feel kinda ‘Surrounded’…
nah mate, we all vacate when folk couple
… yeah, that’s what I mean, it’s the ‘Energy’
it changes completely, atmosphere ignites
… it’s one of the most natural ‘Magics’, so
… Kathy (our ‘Third-Eye’) reckons
that ‘They’ like to come closer to the ‘Fire’
… it’s the ‘Intensity’ of the ‘Climax’…
because, straight afterwards they move back
and give you Spiritual breathing space again.
But yeah, I think that they like us here…
we’re respectful enough, and good people…
we’re just dimension-intertwined with ‘em,
sharing a ‘Space’ for a single timeless Season.

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.