Back At Annwn by Paul Tristram

I awake as from a fretful dream
to look around at long lost
familiar faces.
Consciousness blossoms,
memory steps outside of its box
where I start, at last,
to see the sense of nearly everything.
I don’t think I’ve ever
smiled like this before?
But of course, I cannot be sure,
for this is not the only life
that I have come from living.
I’ll acclimatize the morrow through
and soar within depths of remembering.
I’ll miss the rain but not the pain,
it’s good to be back home at Annwn.

Scribblings Of A Madman

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 at You can also read his poems and stories here!

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