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.  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. 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.