Epiphany Shimmied Down Her Knickers by Paul Tristram

If I was forced to describe her…
I would say an early 1970’s Bridget Bardot
with half-inch roots.
A deep, low, melancholic voice,
close to Nico,
lamenting and heart-drumming the crooked moon.
But with Caroline Munro’s eyes and charisma
flirting bashful yet unapologetic…
as Hieronymus Bosch, turns away from the light,
to spider the left-hand wall of the room
with the Third Panel
of ‘The Garden Of Earthly Delights’
Barn owl breast feathers cradling the downward spiral
of her ‘Sssshhh-ing’ finger…
honeysuckle, beneath the nail, but not quite.
Peeling back the layers of this vast century…
oblique and abstract to a fault.
I shudder unheroically beneath chest bone,
sacrifice the health and esteem of coming mourning
to the evenings… unbalancing gains and loss.

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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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