CHILLED SILVER & WONDERMENT

               CHILLED SILVER

chilled silver light defines

the garden's boundary

it shines

outlines

the laurelled shrubbery

reflects the sun's

last gasp - it's daily fall

the hedgerow chatters

many birds good nights

before the darkness

blankets my domain

Malcolm Evison

February 2015

WONDERMENT (Twitter verse)

not wandering

but wondering

about the universe

awesome and awful

all at once

Malcolm Evison

February 2015

 

these poems also appear on Archive Mined

ConDemNation

This poem was written on 7th November 2010

 as a response to certain policies

 of the recently (May 2010) formed ConDem coalition (Conservatives & Liberal Democrats) goverment.

The Yo-Yo Man

THE YO-YO MAN

Whirling, it made the day

seem shorter than

all other days had been.

It sang and leapt

at his fine-tuned command;

his finger tingled,

as the loop pulled tight.

He winced a smile. For now,

he'd thrown his cares away;

next time, perhaps,

he'd really let them go.

            

Malcolm Evison

Rough draft dated 13 April 2006 revivified 31 January 2015

restless night - a poem

RESTLESS NIGHT       #ME

each tentative turn
plays prelude
to a scream

toes stroked
by contact
with the sheet

shriek
at the burn
they feel



malcolm evison
2014

two from twitter

            Twitter Poems 2^nd June & 2^nd August 2014

Malcolm Evison ‏@sinnaluvva

oppressive muggy day

exacerbates

the old familiar

aches & pains

02 June 2014

#spoonie #verse

Malcolm Evison ‏@sinnaluvva  4m

the rain siles down

breaking

the skies dark gloom

the clouds grimace

now bears

a sunshine smile

#poem

3:37 PM - 2 Aug 2014 

two more twitter poems can be found on my Archive Mined blog at

http://hirsutemal.wordpress.com/2014/08/03/two-twitter-poems/

GOING HOME - a poem

In this week following Mothering Sunday memory prompted to re-post the following poem.

                         

                           GOING HOME

                       (For Anne 17 May 2004)

                 Life ebbs and wheezes –

we look

for signs of grace.

She slides

into the arms of love

and finds her peace.

We simply hear the space

she left behind. We smile

knowing this cannot be

the time for tears.

Her rest is welcome

as our spirits rise

to share in this release.

The process of decay

has ceased

to prey upon her mind –

She glides

into the arms of sleep.

 Malcolm Evison 

 (Written for my mother)

 19 May 2004

IN CAMERA - The Dutschke Premise

IN CAMERA

(The Dutschke Premise)

The roving camera

hides its head

but speaks its mind

in camera -

exposing future threats

a kind

of esoteric time

exposure.

The faceless voices

sing their song

of freedom -

ignoring the Amen.

Malcolm Evison

15 January 1971

written as my response to the secret hearings

leading to the expulsion of Rudi Dutschke a student

at Clare Hall, Cambridge University, who had earlier 

survived an assassination attempt in his home country.

Poem originally published 22 January 1971 in 'Tribune'.

REBECCA JAYNE

   

                            REBECCA JAYNE

(2 yrs of age)

Observing the precarious

existence

of household plants

swiftly followed by

the sideways glance

at buttered scones –

aroused by appetites

of taste and touch and sight –

she reaches out to clutch

the flower, trembling

with anticipation of the feel

or knowledge of restraining hands.

Seeking adulation

with every tentative step –

the pleasure of each stretch

a fleeting reminiscence

of the unencumbered state

of birthday grace.

                       Malcolm Evison

another poem on a similar theme 'MIMI'

can be found on my Archive Mined poetry blog

ENCOUNTERing Ornette

ENCOUNTERing Ornette

Stylus meets vinyl

explores the groove

and I

ramp up the gain

                                                              

riffed harmonies explode

disclose

less travelled roads

expose

the myth of certainty

yet still explore

the joy of being -

no longer wondering

he simply shares

his new discoveries

  

  Malcolm Evison

   2013/4

[a recollection of my first discovering Ornette Coleman’s music

some five decades ago!]

             

BEING - illustrated poem

Moving - poem

     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)

some frenzied god

some frenzied god
or giant
spews out its bile

the howling gale
shakes everything
down to the very root

torrential rain 
discloses flaws 
in ones protection

washes the debris away

and I retreat 
to the shelter 
of a house built on rock


malcolm evison
5 December 2013