Fy Annwyl [Drop-Dead Gorgeous Interruptions]

by Paul Tristram / May 22nd, 2022

I am normally so careful with paperwork
… except whenever She’s around…
I got blim-burns all down the 4th stanza
of the ‘Geraint Son Of Erbin’ poem
from the ‘Black Book Of Carmarthen’
… and I exclaimed, frustrated
“For Christ Sake, Woman…
You’re Driving Me Demented
… with your Intoxicating Beauty!”
I instantly regretted reacting, but, alas.
“Read it aloud in your Welsh Accent
… and I’ll leave you in peace.” she lied.
I stole the candle flame with fingers
… and distracted by pointing out
the subtle warm red of the coming sunrise
cresting the bottom of the attic window…
before playfully sidestepping her embrace
… and leaping for the Arena of our Bed.

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, May 22nd, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.