A Watercolour, Tearing Frantically, Through An Oil Painting

by Paul Tristram / January 10th, 2021

The Rain is pelting down mercilessly
as she paddles her little Boat,
against the Sea current, foolishly
… eagerly and desperately
chasing retreating ‘Lost Chances’.
The Lightning, momentarily augments
a Lighthouse visually beckoning her
back to the safety of the distant Cove.
But, her face is a fierce mixture
of frowning and the word ‘NUH!’
“If only… if I could just… once more”
she pleads in a semi-shark-snarl
before screaming the ‘C’ word
up at the mocking Half Moon
who, momentarily, popped-out
through a gap in the Storm Clouds.
And, that’s where we all leave her…
keeping a Watercolour wet
… which should already be dried,
framed, and wall mounted in Memory.

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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 10th, 2021 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.