Subtle Exclamation Marks by Paul Tristram

She’s pining again… impatiently.
Hoping that he catches
the fragrance of her
overwhelming feelings
as he swaggers on past.
‘Notice Me’ she screams silently
inside her ‘Climbing The Walls’ mind.
She cannot bear the thought
of another lonely walk home… unnoticed.
She’s studied, pruned, pampered
and prepared for the eventuality
of his priceless attention.
Stuck inside an invisible waiting room,
she’s temporarily sold her soul
to a cruel, stark expectancy.
“It’s my turn next” she mantras
under nervous breath.
“I’m sick of using plastic
and my fingers have changed into shovels,
turning over moist earth…
to evaporate seedless and alone.
The tarot cards have stopped making sense
and I’m tiring of decorum.
My heart is full to bursting
with both love and murder
and it’s only his whims rocking the scales.”

paul smoking - Copy

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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