A companion to THE WORD OF SINNA LUVVA blog. An Outlet for new poems, drafts of poems and even rediscovered or reworked ones! For more poetry by Malcolm Evison see the Related Sites listing.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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

 

Sunday, February 24, 2013

the candle


 I've just rediscovered these two drafts, dating back to January 1991 - I still can't decide which draft I prefer!

 

 

 

                                                      THE CANDLE (Version II)

 

A patterned globe

of wax emits

a subtle fragrance.

 

The flames shaft

laps the glowing air

waiting to break

 

this happy equilibrium.

Is this the flame

that purifies

 

whilst commentators whine

 

of surgical strikes.

Open the door, create

a minor turbulence -

 

the flame now licks

the candles side -

the meltdown of the globe

 

began precisely

with the strike

of that first match.

 

Today the bombs

rain down; a patterned globe

emits the stench

 

of burning flesh.

 

 

 Malcolm Evison
 
 
 
 

THE CANDLE (VERSION I)

 

Waiting to break

this happy equilibrium

the flames shaft

 

laps the glowing air.

Today the bombs

fall on Baghdad

 

I watch the candle burn.

A patterned globe

of wax emits

 

a subtle fragrance –

no flesh is burning

here in my room.

 

Is this the flame

that purifies –

surgically pure?

 

An opening of the door –

a minor turbulence,

the flame now licks

 

the candles side.

The meltdown of the globe

begins so casually.

 

 

Malcolm Evison

January 1991