Phyllis North, Joyce Locke and The Cat And Mouse Act

At 7st 11lbs and [surreptitiously] Sinking
… I body-parcel food
whilst retaining DEFIANCE
… War is War, my Body is a Weapon!
I smell paraffin whist reminiscing
… and my Court Dock insolence
keeps me Cell-warm through the night.
I can taste the rounds of hammer-heads
under my clicking tongue…
there is far more ‘Brawler’ in this frail
female frame… than Society is ready for.
Holloway ‘Label’ and ‘Pigeonhole’
before bringing forth their Barbaric
Tubes of Torture… I vomit stomach-bile
and blood with [forced] milk and eggs
through my screaming, wretched fingers.
My mind is a ‘Clock’ tick-ticking away
… the hours down to visible Weakness…
I crawl ’32 Days’… to [an Early] Release.

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.