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Monday, October 10, 2011

PROMISE



PROMISE





and nightfall brings
the promise of release
from daily toil



the neon skyline
shimmeringly bathes
the arena of desire



in technicolour majesty





Malcolm Evison 

a few nights ago - in the wee small hours - these lines emerged, shaped and reshaped themselves, as I lay in that hinterland between wakefulness and restlessness - I scribbled them down before trying to settle back to sleep and I've just rediscovered
the scribbled note







                                         

Sunday, September 11, 2011

SHATTERED

SHATTERED


he rails exhaustedly
against
the unrelenting night -

shattered
by restlessness
he groans

a welcome
to a new daybreak
prays that it's not

an uninvited dream -
still rails against
the unrelenting night

then collapses
into sleep


          Malcolm Evison
          10 September 2011

3.00am message to myself

not quite reclaimed
and hopefully
not pre-ordained

I float
or rather limpingly
falter

into that 'outcast' realm
which was the youthful
privilege of choice



                    Malcolm Evison

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Impromptu for Jack - A re-post for Fathers Day

IMPROMPTU FOR JACK


Not so much a moment
but all time,
the steady refrain

that “God is good”.
What is this thing called good?

Through all the pain
and all the joys
the theme remains –

a constant strain –

“I’ll praise my maker,
God is good”. No statements here,
a simple claim
from some deep tautological mine

“God is good”.
And now he’s home
with Him he served

the joy remains –

not for a moment
but for all time.
The universe proclaims

that God is good!


                         Malcolm Evison
                         June 2001

                     written for / about my father who died on my birthday in June 2001

Thursday, May 19, 2011

spaces of the free

spaces of the free



enter the spaces of the free
like tied and structured
sheer fall of the well



break bonds of liberty
and set the foot rest
shackles free
from their deformity -



the first noel is my
last heaven
Christ strewn across the soot hills
of the sky



the merry chants
of fiery spirits
sing for him
a lullaby -



wrapped in the sealed ears
of the ploughed and ground down
beasts of dismay



wilting and cooling
in the sun drenched
frost parched
desert of the city



fearing the feeling
felt of former fun
and city streets full of sun-
flowers that sparkle
like daisies
in the cool thighs
of the girls


                                                                      Malcolm Evison
                                                                           (1967?)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Poem to Secular Jesus - (the seminarian replies)



a poem written in response to 'Seminarian', an earlier poem of mine,  as a result of a request from Rev Dr John Vincent whilst I was spending a post-graduate year at the Urban Theology Unit in mid 1970's


Poem to Secular Jesus





Absurd redemption of humanity -
how can I write
or mouth a ritual creed
which brings to life
such crass stupidity.

This problemed world provides
no sanctuary. The Word
screams out for light; a sacrifice

of dreams and power -

a hapless Saviour snared
by well-intentioned tomes.

Bookloads of words
can never penetrate
reality -

the God-shaped question
yearns
for my reply. No theory

supplies the key
to one who shuns
inherited divinity.

No core of righteousness
resides within -
the journey outwards
is where truth begins.



Malcolm Evison




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Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Restless Night


               Restless Night




frantic and static
collude
to break the spirit -

the chorussed scream
of roll and stretch
weaves counterpoint

against the searing ache
of stasis -
the chinese burn

of movement
resists
the planned escape



Malcolm Evison
30/01/11 – 01/02/11


Saturday, January 15, 2011

EMERGING



EMERGING


and this morning
still abed  
my legs
are mercury laden
knitted lead

the arms
folded or stretched  
scream out
for postures new


Malcolm Evison
15/01/11