MIMI
(aged 2 ½ years)
Wrapped in the warm fragrance
of the everyday
she moves mountains –
only to stumble
on the commonplace.
Complacency
so easily destroyed.
I try to capture it
with words, they writhe
relentlessly. She laughs
allows the world
to write
its affirmation.
Malcolm Evison
MAN FOR HIS AGE
Care-worn he leads
his guilt free life,
turns fears
into a bar-room joke –
he never fails
though sometimes falls
a victim to
“the changing times”.
Suburban heroes never weep,
they share with celluloid
an inability to bleed.
He veils his sorrows in
a sentimental song
and never sins –
his standards are complete
and up to date.
A true son
of a dying race.
Malcolm Evison
Flutter By Moment
it alights
softer than a whisper
on my sleeve
almost
as if it sought me out
I sit
relax
breathe in the gentle air -
the butterfly
spreads out its wings -
this moment
I am
at one
with nature
sharing the fragility
imagining
a place where all
could feel secure -
wearing
the butterfly
like a heart
on my sleeve
Malcolm Evison
17 July 2008
GREY DAY
the light
or lack of it
strives to deny
day’s movement
the change
from slate
to milky grey
holds sway
the sky
is unremitting cloud
shrouding the day
in timelessness
there are no contrasts
simply a hint
that the earth
may yet prove flat
Malcolm Evison
5 July 2008
Nightscape with Rainfall
The rudiments of fear
trace each step;
the hollow echoes
dampered by the rain.
Haunted by absences -
the lack
of any company
to take the chill away -
a sudden surge
of cowardice betrays
his vanity.
The rudiments of fear
trace each step,
the hollow echo
silenced by the rain.
The last bedraggled remnant
of false pride
lies submerged
in his timid haste.
Whilst putting books back on their shelves, following recent decorating activity, I noticed a few dated jottings on the end papers of some volumes. (I had a habit of scribbling on the most immediately accessible blank piece of paper in those days).
I'm slightly mystified by this one but, something appeals/haunts me as I try to understand my more youthful mind-set.
MOVING
Times climate false and reasoned
calls me out of the dawn
into the full of light; moving
with great deliberation
full of ideas
as they are full of me -
time is the length of me
but I am larger
undefiled; moving
beyond the impotence
escaping
the disciplined innocence
of values which weigh
no heavier
than my tears of joy.
Malcolm Evison
14 January 1969
(re-moulded 12 May 2008)
