Wednesday, December 19, 2012

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.

1 comment:

  1. I thank the author for writing this poem and I thank the editor for running it. Sometimes being "politically incorrect" is the correct thing to do.