I see the lavender - illustrated poem

Going Home - in memoriam

This poem has been posted previously on this blog, but not in this (imaged) form - as yesterday was Mothering Sunday / Mother's Day I felt it appropriate to share

Nightscape with Rainfall -- re-post

Nightscape with Rainfall

The rudiments of fear

trace each step;

the hollow echoes

dampered by the rain.

Haunted by absences -

the lack

of any company

to take the chill away -

a sudden surge

of cowardice betrays

his vanity.

The rudiments of fear

trace each step,

the hollow echo

silenced by the rain.

The last bedraggled remnant

of false pride

lies submerged

in his timid haste.

                       Malcolm Evison