Walking by a Woodland Stream in Devonshire with Juju


… there are Three Jays
[Briskly] flashing
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
… and Rejecting
rather than
the ‘Past’…
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.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ published by Close To The Bone Publishing is available to purchase right here Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.