Parkour-ing the early hours of the morning.
Left jutters for avoidance and escape,
right movements circular and more fluid,
raising both speed and momentum.
Obstacles are merely springboards…
running up vertical brickwork is easy,
if you accelerate with the top half of feet,
forehead focused upon balance and target,
arms to sky-rudder your monkeying hands
ready for the grip after rapid upward palm-padding.
Slope the square and awkward angles,
blur the iron railing fencing…
as you bolt, jump, leap and squirrel along.
Chimney pots are strategic vantage points,
slate deflects impact when fleeting
and knowing how to bounce
and instantly withdraw pressure…
leaving ‘Teaspoon Tapped On Boiled Eggshell’
cobwebbed patterns… as you roll and tumble by.
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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