**Unveiling the Layers: Dive into Paul Tristram’s Enigmatic Poem, ‘De-Shelving Latitudes’**
What’s a poem but a raft on life’s wild, uncharted river, you ponder? I recently found myself entranced by the whimsical literary work where the very fabric of language and landscape merge in an unexpected synchronicity. Have you ever thought about the audacity of paddling a poetic raft with oars fashioned from wishbones and held together by thesaurus knots? This piece from Best Poetry Online isn’t just a poem; it’s an adventure, a journey through the mind’s lush wilderness and into… well, a “juggernaunt” argument with a volcanic sky and a Swisssse Switzerland kingfisher as your only witness. Reading this, how could one not itch with curiosity? Wonder and wander a bit further through this landscape and dive into your own poetic escapade. LEARN MORE.
The raft’s bindings were tied
with thesaurus knots.
Huddled beneath
a beer garden parasol,
she paddled oars,
made of wishbones,
with augmented plate-ends
of Welsh roof slate.
As the fray of the forest,
sludged slowly away behind,
the rains started, briskly.
Demented seagulls
dive-bombed
the little bamboo harbour
off to the left…
and, to the right,
a volcano bellowed
a juggernaut argument
with the dismal sky.
Weaving and bobbing,
ruddering with underside
bottom of wrist…
she darted back towards land,
in between
the caves of stagnation
and the copper fields of tomorrow.
Landing, unnoticed by all
but the Switzerland kingfisher.
Frame arched like a bow,
she reed-ran, spritely,
towards the racket
tumble-spreading outwards
from the waterfall of nonsense verse.
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