POETRY: STYLE-LESS WIRELESS BY PAUL TRISTRAM
In the heart of the mid afternoon,
discarding her new jeans
and ‘Modern Life Is Rubbish’ shirt.
She flutters into a floral dress,
found hidden in the back of a thrift store.
After drinking another glass of wine
and stubbing out a freshly lipsticked cigarette.
She turns on the dial of her antique wireless
tuned constantly to a 1950’s radio station.
And smiles in perfect delight
as Billie Holiday’s ‘Lady Sings The Blues’
comes slithering like spectral silk
through the small, cracked, single speaker.
Eyes closed tight and hugging at her chest
she swirls and swoons around, gently.
Forgetting, momentarily, about the long list
of every day troubles normally inserted HERE!
She is unfortunately unaware just how happy,
contented and younger she looks,
as the yearly clutter of life,
unconsciously peels away like onion layers
from her beautiful, un-frowning features.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
