Tunriða [To Charm A Hedge-Rider]
~ a bottom-heavy ode to misfortune ~
by Paul Tristram / March 6th, 2022
I knew full-well the Dangers
… yet, that just increased
the [Pulsating] Temptation.
I Seduced with poetic knives
slashing dizzying words
around her [Captivated] face
… like a murmuration
of roosting starlings settling.
I held-back no Charm…
the Passion was Real
… yet, my Intentions Carnal,
I ‘Promised’ when I should
really have stated facts ‘True’.
Whilst I smiled smugly…
stretching in warm afterglow
… she spat part of me
out into a bedside phial.
And, later, fool that I am…
off I walked from woodland
… part of someone else’s
‘Conquest’… but a mouse
within the Claws of
… a new [Darker] Direction.
* Tunriða is Old Norse for ‘hedge-rider’ and refers to both witches and ghosts
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’ is available to purchase right
here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at
https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing.
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This article was posted on Sunday, March 6th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
