Tunriða [To Charm A Hedge-Rider]

~ a bottom-heavy ode to misfortune ~

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