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

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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