Tomorrow’s Too Far Over There

I passed [Quickly] into the ‘Tree-Line’
… accompanied by Nine [Smiling]
‘Mountain Daughters Of Annwn’
… letting go of both Megan
and Sian’s hands… I paused…
to watch them all… d-r-i-f-t-i-n-g
… away… in separate directions…
to indulge in ‘Forest Bathing’ alone.
‘Samhain’ crackles away Timelessly,
and the Evening’s building in Energy
… I have emptied my [Entire] Body
of everything Toxic and Negative
… and, I shall finish my Purge
watching Glowing Fire Embers…
before re-joining for the Ceremony.
We left apples for the Doorknockers
upon porch steps, and the very last
‘Streetlight’ winked in our direction
as we all turned [Laughing] to look
… afore, ‘Shedding’ the ‘Usual’
and crossing the Gates of the Magical.
I feel a ‘Deepening’ happening
… and, am waiting to Sense not Hear
a ‘Shift’ as Spectral Visitors approach
to Witness one more year of ‘Progress’.

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.