Saturday, May 14, 2016

Paul Tristram- Three Poems

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
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.
Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press)

‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at
And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope

You can also read his poems and stories here!


If there’s trouble or disaster…
follow a dog.
If there’s a way out of danger
that dog will find it.
And a lot quicker and quieter
than anyone else with a nose will.

© Paul Tristram 2016

Beaming With Brilliance

She faced the brand new day,
straight on and confident.
Dressed in bright, gay colours
she walked through the town
towards the coastline
where she planned to write in her diary
and eat marmalade sandwiches.
She decided to stop in Tesco’s
to buy a scratch card
seeing as she was feeling so damned good.
It started in the cigarette till queue,
she ignored it at first
but the whispering grew louder,
the giggling more obvious,
the name calling more obscene.
Until that little complicated black cloud
it had taken six months of therapy to remove
came back in seconds
settling down upon her heavy shoulders.
The scratch card mocked her un-winningly
and maybe she deserved that?
Then it started raining
which by now she probably deserved too!
She was pretty sure that it all had something
to do with her Mother not loving her
back when she was only little and delicate.
She caught a bus in the opposite direction
from the coastline after all
and got off outside The Samaritans.
Where the Receptionist told her to take a seat
after smirking at her Alice Cooper eye make-up
and now floppy rain soaked Summer hat.

© Paul Tristram 2015

Kleptomaniac She Is See…No, Not Proper Family…From Up Seven Sisters, Mun!

“No one will have her in the house, you go and visit them
and leave your bloody bag and purse at home an’ all.
She’s a cowing swine, see… have it away in a flash she will.
I’ve only been there twice myself in ten years
…aye, clean enough, I’ll give her that, almost spotless.
I always take our Paul along, the boy don’t miss a trick,
it was him who noticed the pictures on the walls are jigsaws?
No law against it I suppose but it’s never right, is it?
You can buy a picture for a £1.50 in Woolworths, mun
but then again I suppose she’s banned for shoplifting
…she’s from up the Valley’s, married to my cousin’s
daft sodding brother ‘beggar’s can’t be choosers’ and all that kack.
Aye, pens, penny sweets and crap like that, nothing important,
friendly enough if you bump into her over the Main Road
just count your fingers after shaking her hand or you’ll miss a couple!”

© Paul Tristram 2015

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