Celtic By Heart, Legion By Nature by Paul Tristram

It’s tribal, ferocious and uncontainable.
The Drummer’s are sounding-out
the heavy evening Mountains.
Fire-markers snake the Valley
and the teenagers have eagerly started
chanting and owl-calling already.
Mud-warpaint and moonshine frenzy,
arrowheads and spear tips
crafted from our own dead children’s bones.
The Old God’s ripping the Welsh skies alive
with cracking thunder and lightning.
Whilst the Standing Stones and Ritual Circles
ground the Shaman’s thoughts
into focus, tactics and outcomes.
We wear but one single boot each
upon the slippery warring slopes…
outbalancing and outmanoeuvring
all not born of this pulsing, sacred Land.
From buzzard’s wing-tip
down to fern and oaken root,
we are connected both by Heart and Ancestry.
The Battle Horns are bellowing,
the magic mushroom juice kicking in.
It’s time to paint the lush green Hillsides
as red as Hell with our bloody and demented Glory.

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) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/