Magic & High Court ruling

I've just unearthed this (poetic tirade) amongst a pile of rough drafts - I still rage against the same governing party .....

Listening to Archie Shepp 'The Magic of Ju-Ju'

( a response after hearing news of Tory High Court clampdown

on CWU right to strike}

the rage and fury bursts

straight through my anger

diverts my impotent rage

grants a directional force

the struggle continues

as more is stolen

from the poorest

their power and pride

screams out

malcolm evison

12 October 2017

My draft poem’Towards an Autocratic State’ was also a response to the same court ruling:

See: http://malsfactory.blogspot.com/2017/10/towards-autocratic-state-poem-impromptu.html

Lines whilst listening to "New Thing at Newport" (1965

Lines whilst listening to “New Thing at Newport” (1965)

[Draft 4]

the reeds stray

from strident to mellifluous  

Soaring and flailing through the air

dance and sing their way

                           

                        around and over percussive beats

release me from despondency

assure me that at least

                         I can still feel

                           Malcolm Evison

                            27 March 2018

Mounds Mystery - #illustratedPoem

not waiting but sounding

We don’t wait, we wonder

if now is the time

for songs to flow –

strive to illuminate

the process of the mind.

We don’t write, we struggle

with unresolved dilemmas

from a troubled time.

Snatching the fevered line

out of a verbal stream.

We capture sprats from our

sense saturated scheme

of things, our thoughts

inscribed by rumours

of some impenetrable theme.

Our words may seldom praise, although

their aim is affirmation –

our images may never raise

the hopes of those who know

and share our fears.

Often we take the bait

our tamed imagination feeds us –

swallowing dreams, regurgitating

woes. We seldom wait, we wander

out into the unknown.

                       Malcolm Evison

MUSINGS

MUSINGS

Be more precise, sustain

these frequent lapses into sanity –

pronounce your arguments

with pure audacity. Explain

the cause of your temerity,

Bring me a fantasy which bares

a greater quotient of reality.

I yield, although I should not,

You wield

the greater power, but would not

always share. Tear me

away from light, remind me

of that lurking fear

of demons in the night.

Malcolm Evison

Mounds Mystery

Mounds Mystery

Each tussock casts a spell

It holds the hound in thrall

To some deep primitive allure

His nostrils flare

Then slap the fragranced air

As they snap back

Swallow the scent

Of other marking creatures

Or maybe deeper still

Beneath the tufted mound

Some timid smaller prey

Seeks sanctuary

Malcolm Evison

13 – 18 February 2019

Words Fail - A Fell Revisited

EMBRACE

A SPUN ILLUSION

poem & graphic by Malcolm Evison

A Piscine Ploy - illustrated poem

A PISCINE PLOY #poetry #IllustratedPoem painting & poem by Malcolm Evison 2006 - 

Illustrated poem created 02 September 2018

Alexander's Whole New World - Illustrated Poem

a poem from a (somewhat) doting grandpa

A BODY FEELS (The Heat) - First Draft

A BODY FEELS (THE HEAT)

Each footstep jolts

the ankle, knee and hip

provokes a frank response

to the humid heat

Today the weariness

extends its reach

beyond the old

familiar aches and pains

Almost as if each limb

and digit has undergone

some sauna torture.

As irritated bowel

And subservient colon

conspire against the bladders need -

bladder reciprocates the deed

and every oozing pore

Screams out for mercy

Malcolm Evison –

first hasty draft 18.50 -  23 July 2018