As Sunday Ends

by Paul Tristram / March 21st, 2021

There (really) is sometimes
a melody to madness
… cats hear it,
and wait apprehensively
… whilst magpies
adore its depth,
and possible,
impending, carnage.
She turns away from games,
in a swift arc…
and I trouble myself,
to move beyond
the ‘square’
set with my name upon it.
The ‘past’ eats footsteps
no longer needed…
and the ‘future’
refuses to follow anyone.
I know that you can’t see it,
but, there is a ‘ship’
which I am guiding
into an undisclosed harbour
… there’s Triumph
awaiting, and BIG
Emotions… let… loose.
The last ‘sacrifice’
is almost spent…
and we’re already
shuffling a brand new deck.

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 21st, 2021 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.