Playing With Her Cello by Paul Tristram

Between black-stockinged legs,
fingers bent and rigid,
then flexing and soothing,
strumming Pizzicato,
holding and vibrating
each deep, longing note.
Sharp, high-heeled shoes
grounding her soaring soul.
She weaves that elbow-bow
like a possessed magician,
masterly blurring the lines
between sensual fact
and heart-breaking superstition.
Rolling sweat and tears
down polished maple wood.
As she dips and climbs kamikaze
those four glorious strings.
Fearless, completely focused,
ripping that dense harmony out
from somewhere primeval inside.
Flushed at the finishing flourish,
brought back to earth with a bump
by our stamping feet, standing ovation.
And the many ‘Glad Blessings’
of all lucky enough to witness
her beautiful emotions
laid bare this spectacular evening.

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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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