Paul Tristram- A Poem

Time For Ripeness

She coughed and shuddered

then out it came,

slipping perfectly

like a lollipop

being sucked the wrong way.

It hovered for a moment

then started to float upwards,

she sat in awe

watching the embryo

turn to a baby

within the ever growing

floating teardrop

before her.

She reached out her hand

but the baby changed to a tree

and before the tree had acorned

she had awoken, sat up in bed

and began to weave daydreams

and childhood memories

into the silken smoke

of her first cigarette,

deciding finally

to no longer eat the pill.

Published in the print West Memphis Witch Hunt Anthology in 2007

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who now lives on the Southern coast of Britain, has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.