The Marrow Of The Morrow by Paul Tristram

The bending brain-bow,
arrow-shot heart
and the brambled emotions
of nostalgic reflection.
To stutter in sympathy,
twist inside the betrayal
of another night lost
to a dawn as cock-sure
of its irrelevance
as the useless morning before it.
They’re constructing bonfires
within your temper’s temple.
Priming an explosion
beneath the thought-well
you bucket solitary
yet spectated.
The frozen drifts of pigmy ignorance
obscure the yellowy tongues
of home fires waiting to warm.
The grindstone is wetted
with more than mere work.
The cartload’s
a-creaking up hill-wards.
The steel in your eyes
far outweighs
that thorn in your stride.
The depth of decision’s
warning bells
are a peeling echo never ending.

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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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