Literary Orphans

Two Poems by Paul Tristram

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Taxidermy Bride

In the cobwebbed shadows

of his long hallway

he sat nervously waiting

upon the partially broken

bottom 3rd stair step.

A whistling excitement

stirred up the dusty leaves

of his delicate, ornate mind.

As he peered downwards

at the Taxidermist’s card

beheld betwixt

his porcelain slender fingers.

And read quietly to himself

‘your parcel will be

delivered both promptly

and exactly at one and a half

minutes after 6 o’clock

of the evening’

He gulped down wonder

and smiled deeply

with his eyes only.

As the Grandfather clock

not quite 4ft away

struck the 6th hour

and he heard the grind

and clatter of his garden gate

yawning open in the distance.

He rose, shakily

and walked towards

the front door,

each footfall a step further

away from Bachelor.

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Tatting

You should see them all on Bin Night

coming down from that Council Estate

up on top of that hill over on Cheap-side.

Into the Town they come scavenging

like marauding packs of rats and hyenas.

Raiding the rubbish bags, wheelie-bins,

skips and refuse piles of respectable folk.

Drunk and singing as they blatantly do it,

with no shame or discretion in their antics.

It’s become a barbarous weekly ritual,

I once saw a young couple copulating

upon a neighbours unwanted roadside sofa.

A group of middle-aged women brawling

over a mouldy old pair of velvet curtains

their men laughing and egging them on.

The Police turn up after the fun has begun

to arrest the usual suspects each week

under the ‘Stealing By Finding’ laws.

Yet, they had a Grandfather of seventy

in the local newspaper yesterday for finding

a copper boiler and he stood in the dock

and claimed that he was going to weigh it in

to help to pay off his last ‘Tatting’ fine.

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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.

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–Art by Mario Mencacci