Cakes and Ale and Friendship (for a Mountain Daughter Of Annwn)

“… so is this what they’d term
‘Playfully Cavorting’?
I’m laughing so very hard
that I’m afraid I might wee
… it’s like I’m being tickled,
but, you’re just looking at me
with ‘Those’ fucking Eyes!
Megan told me a cute story
about a Spiritualist Church
… and the Lady,
who was headlining the show,
walked passed you all outside,
but, stopped right next to you
and winked, before explaining,
that most people there
have Dead Folk around them,
but ‘You’ have an entire Tribe
… and that you should learn
to control the young Spirit lad
because he’s peeking up
the skirts of all the pretty girls
… and you replied ‘Nuh’,
and she walked away chuckling.
It’s good that we’re just friends
… I get to see you ‘Completely’,
I’ve heard you speak ancient,
foreign languages in your sleep,
in a voice slightly different
to the one you use in this Life…
and I’ve seen your Soul erupt
when you are genuinely happy,
it’s like a huge Library on Fire.”

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.