Friday, February 8, 2013

Paul Tristram- Two Poems

It’s Just Like People

I used to watch my grandfather
take the silver wrapping
out of a No 6 cigarette packet,
concentrate and try to separate
the tracing paper from the silver.
(he needed only the silver
to make an Elvin goblet
for my baby sister.)
It would often rip
and he would crumple the lot up
in his big, magic fist
and cast it to the ashtray,
muttering to himself
“It’s just like people,
you’re rarely gonna win!”

Published in Pulsar, Edition 45, March 2006

 Midnight Can Be A Very Dangerous Place
When there is no door
to lock behind you.
No shadow is safe
except your own.
And the skies bombard
in a soaking symphony
The gutter’s full and
The lane’s wallpapered
in murder
and you kiss the memory
of your last meal
which tastes of nothing
but humble pie.
And still they come
from every insane corner.
The furious, the frightened,
the lost, the confused.
stampeding towards you,
sensing the weakness
and momentarily forgetting
their own plight
while revelling
in someone else’s

Published in Poetry Monthly, Issue 120, March 2006

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who 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.

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