by Paul Robert Mullen
the trees in huckleberry grove were bending
touching their toes in the gusts
so we drove down to the coast where boats
bobbed drunk in the storm
and waves curled like hands scraping back
the sand
who’d have known that later
when clouds were sucked into science-fiction
electric white we would be sat
on benches / walking through pathways
where birds sing
resting in the hairy dunes at Crosby beach
everything calm for now
the only threat this happiness
the splendour in the scattered constellations
as planets danced towards
tomorrow
Paul Robert Mullen is a poet, musician and sociable loner from Liverpool, U.K. He has three published poetry collections: curse this blue raincoat (2017), testimony (2018), and 35 (2018). He has been widely published in magazine, journals and anthologies worldwide. Paul also enjoys paperbacks with broken spines, and all things minimalist. Follow him on Twitter: @mushyprm35
Magazines/E-zines/Journals/Anthologies published in:
Allegro, Anti-Heroin Chic, Barren Magazine, Bees Are Dead, Bending Genres, Black Bough Poetry, Blossom In Winter, Bonnie’s Crew, Borderlines, Cephalo Press, Cleaning Up Glitter, Constellate, Crossways, Decanto, Dodging The Rain, Dreamcatcher, Eunoia Review, Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art Digest, Fire, Four X Four, Ghost City Press, Heron Clan, Last Exit, Light Through The Mist, Mojave Heart, Poetry Pacific, Panning For Poems, Pendora, Selcouth Station, Silk & Smoke, Streetcake, Sub-Rosa, The Canon’s Mouth, The Fictional Café, The Fiction Pool, The Foxglove Journal, The Interpreter’s House, The Journal, The Mark Literary Review, The Pangolin Review, Three Drops From A Cauldron, Turnpike Magazine, Words For The Wild, Wellington Street Review.
(And check out Paul’s poem why. – Elephants Never)