A Purposeful Witch

Everyone else here stepped around
the Belly Dancers
in a wide, appreciative arc
… you, meanwhile,
swaggered through the centre
of their swishing-and-swaying,
with a mischievous fluid gait
and schoolboy grin upon chops.
I want pillarbox red kisses
as hors d’oeuvres…
and better wine than I deserve
… before I even start listening
to your calls to ‘behave myself’.
I spent last night painting
the ceiling of her boudoir
with mock insults and swearing
… I despise moonless skies,
and adore stale perfume embraces.
“Of course I love you” I lied
and now we’re both in trouble
… we’re all merely marbles
to the gods… but some of us
have learnt to tilt and bend
the changing pathway of motion.
When I eventually sold my Soul
I did it for Wishing Well pennies
… witch besides being wet,
were soaked in the dreams,
hopes and desires… foolishly
finger-cast away by naive people.

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.