Her Madam Bovary Smile

by Paul Tristram / January 2nd, 2022

Is this Intuition or Imagination?
… apologies, dear reader,
I got momentarily distracted
by my thoughtful reflection.
I ‘Want’… and it ends there
… He nailed me to the spot
with a simple, offensive “No.”
I shall withhold my petticoats
… and Drift rather than Stay.
I am the only person allowed
‘Sharp Edges’ in MY world
… approach me with curves
rolling off your gentle tongue
… or my ‘Pout’ will be sour
rather than pleasing to behold.
Long days upon the sofa…
I dream, scheme and menace
my way through the afternoon
… ‘Promiscuity’ is my poison,
and I gulp rather than sip it down.

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. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 2nd, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.