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Monday, March 30, 2015

AWAKENING

AWAKENING [II]


Sat here and waiting; an emptiness is all.
Watching the candles cold-burning flame, mourning
the passing of time. Words, veiled
            in silence (silence and words are one)
I expect a dove to descend.

Outside the clouds, low clouds
a hanging freedom. Still and free
as a knowing mind –

“but night will drown you
and your sky. No witnesses.”

I pick up a book, and read it
slowly. All this is far away, and still
it is. All time is my time and I feel
the pull of it. The word; these words –
the word and world of it.

I too am written, writing you my life.
My life I am writing, and being written by.

The street is silent.

But then the train. The train
chokes on its own echo
as it crosses the bridge. The wheels
make conversation with the broken air –

the sky replies
releasing the dove.




Malcolm Evison


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Sunday, March 22, 2015

MISSION BETRAYED - Richard of York


In light of the re-interment of Richard III the time seemed opportune to retrieve / republish this poem of mine!


MISSION BETRAYED
[Redemore 22 August 1485]

Misjudged by many of my peers,
betrayed by those in whom
I placed my trust. Today

I sift through memory,
acknowledge scheming in my blood -
the unquenched thirst

of generations. Betrayal
led me to accept defeat
out of the very jaws

of victory. I clung
to pride.

***************

A Judas multiplied
was on my side,
in faith, I thought them

little Christs. Their company
made for me
a lonely ride.

*******************

The wetlands bogged me down,
Canuted by the rapid-turning tide.

Today I made myself
a pawn
for Tudors grasping hand -

Today I died a King,
upheld the remnants
of my dignity.

*********************

My crown was no more theft
than fate contrives
to thrust on monarchy itself -

Today I have my pride.



                       Malcolm Evison