Ailymgnawdoliad, Innit

Dusk bone-throwing before the stone hearth
… ‘breast for love, wing for travel’…
and as you kneel there… it’s all Déjà Vu
… you remember looking down
(from a normal standing position)
upon yourself at this exact moment in Time
… from a yesteryear life-now-past,
whilst scrying glimpses of a future Tread.
Your hair colour is a slightly lighter shade
… but, your Soul still has splinters
when come upon from the wrong direction
… your powerful Heart is Tawny Owl
clashing ferociously with the amber of Fox…
whilst your Mind is modern day machinegun.
The first lesson of the day is: you don’t look
to other people to find yourself…
and your ‘eyes’ are not the vehicle neither
… submerge, centre, and spiritually-taste…
the Cavern hollowed out just for you…
safe inside where ‘intrusions’ do not exist.
I turn away from your ‘smug’
… but, adore you for your ‘question marks’.
A closed Flower doesn’t need persuasion,
tricks, or force… only warmth and sunshine
… a Mastered ‘Environment’
is firstly Conquered and Ruled from Within
… and ‘Grace’ and ‘Integrity’ are treasures
‘Ethereal’ upon monetary Weighing Scales.

* Ailymgnawdoliad is Welsh for Reincarnation

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.