Walking by a Woodland Stream in Devonshire with Juju

Juju

… there are Three Jays
[Briskly] flashing
‘Electric-Blue’
wing feathers
… in a nearby
Spring Oak Tree.
I can taste cobwebs
… as the Badgers
of my [Dormant]
Emotions… Awake
… and start, busily,
clearing out their Sett.
My ‘Heart’
an Autumnal Haystack
no more…
is contemplating
‘Honey-Making’
… and Rejecting
rather than
Rearranging
the ‘Past’…
[Hard-Won]
Wisdom, Growth
and Progress… at Last.
‘Smiling’ is not
always meant to be
Shared with others
… sometimes
it’s a Reflection
of ‘Height’ Measure
-ment Markers
upon the Last Door
[Frame] that you
just ‘Elevated’ through.

* Juju is a little, brown terrier dog who I travelled 230 odd miles back home to get from the Red Light Area at the edge of Gangland Territory… when she was just 7 weeks old and covered in fleas. The ‘Runt’ of the litter, no-one wanted her until I saw her… she’s been with me ever since, and is 13 years old this coming July. We were born within a mile of each other, and are both Welsh Gypsies.  She’s done two stints in Dog Jail so far… little Bastard.

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.