ROAD TO
memory. A faded
photograph, poised
on the pavements edge.
I pick it up and ask
“who’s smiling now”.
The smoke of distant chimneys, hangs
like a solemn vow.
A bird glides down
and strikes
the shrouded sky.
The feathered-flesh
made word,
it screams “defy”.
(Now elevate the moment
separate
the power of darkness
from your restless mind.)
A sudden beam of light
destroys the shroud.
Malcolm Evison
September 1971
1 comment:
Thanks, Mal! for the kind comment on my post. It's been great having discovered you. I love your writings and your artwork. I also love the aesthetic simplicity of your site that only an artist could do. I've just been adding things as I find them and since I was stressing I haven't been spending much time on correct placement and it's starting to get on my nerves now. I wish I knew more about coding so I could put my widgets and things where I want them. Oh well, such is life! Have a great day!
Denise
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