The Colour Melancholia by Paul Tristram

It has many depths and shades.
Textures which range from
suede and velvet,
right over to,
smoke and mildew.
It’s an experience,
a traffic-jammed journey…
leading absolutely nowhere.
Anorexic in its leanings
whilst remaining gluttonous
in vertigo thoughts.
Wallpapers the inside
sepulchre womb
of that depressive hole
you’re crouched
and rocking to and fro in.
The taste of its dark spores,
a physical reminder
of the acres of desert
stretching untouched
and uncultivated there inside.
It’s sensation
is one of ‘Buckling’
under the weight and strain
of doubt, uncertainty
and indecision.
To the soul-splitting tune
of violin strings
played against the grain
by rotting, gnashing, broken teeth.

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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) 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/

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