The Simple Life

THE SIMPLE LIFE

Wet grass gleams
through the dullness
of the day

he tramples it
underfoot -
treads slowly

across the lawn
towards the pond -
surprised

by sudden
piscine splashes
he smiles -

the sun breaks
through the cloud.


Malcolm Evison
26 August '09

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Another (even more recent) simple write, The Goal, can be found on 'Archive Mined'

New Post on Archive Mined

Just posted a brief new poem, THAT MOMENT, on "Archive Mined and Freshly Spun"

SPIKE

SPIKE

Daylight confusion reigns,

the creature fails

to separate diurnal from nocturnal rules.

One easily discerns

something’s amiss

but has no ready answer

to the hedgehogs plight.

Find a nice box, line it

with newsprint, hay and towels

for the bewildered traveller,

leave it a snack

to nibble on. Come morning

the food has gone,

a coil of spines

heaves sleeping breaths

amongst the packaging.

I compliment myself

on job well done. Later,

the sun has reached it’s powering height,

the creature ventures out

and dozes on the sun-drenched lawn –

I move the spiky one

back into sheltered snuggling warmth

where he remains this time

but never roams again.

Malcolm Evison

12 August 2009