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

This poem has also been posted on "Archive Mined"

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

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

the kleptocrats - a ConDem Nation

the kleptocrats
all fail to see
value

in anything apart
from their own
comfort

all else is simply
theirs to use
abuse

and callously
destroy

Malcolm Evison 14 Jan 2014

Midwinter Trees

             MIDWINTER TREES

Up close the trees

stand starkly bright -

they catch the sun's

low grazing light.

Their distant serried ranks

transform

 the ranging hills sharp line.

The sun crowned tracery

of twigs is fused

  into a frond of flame.

                         Malcolm Evison

two for National Poetry Day

twitter verse 031013

 

veiled by the mist

rain sodden fronds bow down

as if in obeisance

to the saturated ground

 

 

 

Austere Grey Day

 

although the dismal gloom

pays homage to austerity -

 

sunshine can soon dissolve

the grey skies misery -

 

austerity

will cast dark shadows

 

as long as

dogmatists prevail

 

 

                   Malcolm Evison

                   03 October 2013

what goes around - comes around

Two of my poems from the mid 1980's

unfortunately as pertinent today as in a previous Tory reign!

 

 

 

 

Furniture Salesman

 

Too late, even to sell
himself. The air is silent.

Distinct servility
lurks behind

that benign smile -
lacking expectancy.

Once there was the quiet
thrill of anticipation -

a first transaction
in the adult world -

but that first tremor
soon began to wane.

Once he waxed lyrical
to tell of all

the benefits
the purchaser might find:

now he's resigned -

too late
even to sell himself.

 

Malcolm Evison

 

 

 

Doleful Blues

(Just One Of Maggie’s Victims)


                        He seeks and fails to find

the semblance of

his once bright hope.

The family sleeps, he lies

awake, perhaps

a few untruths could make

an honest man of him.

Purveyor of unwanted skills,

he sifts through all

the cut-price vacancies –

prepares to swallow principle

as well as pride.

                

                                              Malcolm Evison

Consultation–poem (illustrated)

consultation - illustrated poem

twitter impromptus

twitter impromptus

 

 

bright

 

bright sunshine

fries brain

perspiration

swiftly replaces

inspiration

 

 

malaise

 

this time the outpouring

of expletive laden invective

fails to alleviate

the nausea inducing malaise

 

-  otherwise I'm OK!

 

 

butterflies

 

the butterflies imbibe

nectar of lavender

 

even dark clouds

that gather and glower

 

have not yet

frightened them

 

away

 

 

bees

 

an abundance of bumble bees

are drawn to the teasel

and globe thistle flowers -

 

the garden has a buzz of summer

 

 

                           

                            Malcolm Evison  

                               July 2013