rediscovered fragment - weft and warp

Weft and warp the winding river

Weaves a sky-glass mirror wide

Where broken reeds in woeful frolic dance

And all of nature is a song field

Happy singing softly low

Hush waves sift across the shallows

Humming pebbles flow

In my mind I know no resting

See the country torment side

Burdened down with woeful pity

Watching sorrow crease their smiles

In the heaving night I lie awake

I lie awake and think of green of day

When I with you through fields will wander

Our love we must not squander away

Away dull cares and lift the heavy shield

That guards my ears and eyes

I want to live, to breathe, to love

Far from my captive sighs

Malcolm Evison

(a rediscovered fragment of a poem I was working on circa 1966 – no prize for guessing the poet to whom it was indebted)