EMBRACE

A SPUN ILLUSION

poem & graphic by Malcolm Evison

A Piscine Ploy - illustrated poem

A PISCINE PLOY #poetry #IllustratedPoem painting & poem by Malcolm Evison 2006 - 

Illustrated poem created 02 September 2018

Alexander's Whole New World - Illustrated Poem

a poem from a (somewhat) doting grandpa

A BODY FEELS (The Heat) - First Draft

A BODY FEELS (THE HEAT)

Each footstep jolts

the ankle, knee and hip

provokes a frank response

to the humid heat

Today the weariness

extends its reach

beyond the old

familiar aches and pains

Almost as if each limb

and digit has undergone

some sauna torture.

As irritated bowel

And subservient colon

conspire against the bladders need -

bladder reciprocates the deed

and every oozing pore

Screams out for mercy

Malcolm Evison –

first hasty draft 18.50 -  23 July 2018

AWE STRUCK - a poem

AWE STRUCK

and late at night

I trudge through well-worn paths

alone beneath the vastness

of the skies

awe struck

I stop and stare -

no other footfall echoes

in this vast auditorium

I spot

a glow worm light

wonder if it too may be

as distant

as the firmament

of stars

always remaining

just out of reach

*

Malcolm Evison

04 October 2012

lines whilst listening to "New Thing at Newport" (1965)

Lines whilst listening to “New Thing at Newport” (1965)

[Draft 4]

the reeds stray

from strident to mellifluous  

Soaring and flailing through the air

dance and sing their way

                           

                        around and over percussive beats

release me from despondency

assure me that at least

                         I can still feel

                           Malcolm Evison

                            27 March 2018

Alexander's Whole New World - a poem about a grandson

Alexander's Whole New World

he chuckles

at the fleeting change

of his expanding

universe

relentlessly observes

each miracle of light

and colour

touch and sound

chortles of glee define

each new discovery -

he finds a voice

from screech and gurgled tones

exploratory chatter

shares delight

with all around

Malcolm Evison

March 2018

Squirrel In The Rain

          Squirrel In The Rain

He perches, in sparkling eyed contemplation

of the goal. Like some celebrated stylite,

he squats on his post, oblivious

to the hostile elements. My stare

intrudes upon his gaze; defiance

resonates across the intervening space. And then

the sudden leap,

a precarious landing on the ridge; teeth bared

he nuzzles the meshwork tower,

seeking nutrition.

Losing his grip,

he hastily takes flight, back

to the stepping stone beam -

the garden fence’s parapet.

A sudden sure footed spring onto the post;

I stare at him, he glowers back at me,

brush-tail twitching. I sense

a mood of defiance; he leaps once more

to the bird tables roof.

A turbulent manoeuvre finds

a covered plateau. A sense

of instability

takes charge. He beats

a hasty retreat.

Post squatted,

he focusses once more.

He steels himself,

then springs.

The glistening plastic proves

more than a match; he takes

a floundering fall

into the sodden undergrowth.

Bedraggled, he climbs the austere fence,

tail discomfortedly curled,

shakes vigorously. The watery beads

propel themselves from body into air.

Straight tailed, disconsolate,

he beats retreat

along the wooden parapet.                   

                                      

                                      Malcolm Evison 

                                      22 May 2006   

if only I could be a Tory - verse

just a piece of heartfelt light verse! 

If only I could be a Tory

Wish I was a heartless bastard

life could be so sweet

I'd believe the mainstream papers

and kick beggars in the street

Wish I was a mindless sod

'cos I could be so mean

believing news from the BBC

and worshipping the Queen

Wish I was a selfish git

without a thought or care

I'd join the Tory party

laugh at the poor's despair

Wish I was a heartless sod

knowing nowt but playing God

                                          

                                                      M.E 190318

A Write to Overcome!

 A WRITE TO OVERCOME! *

An all encompassing hollow ache

resonates with nauseating discomfort;

both mind and body scream aloud,

enforcing tears upon an erstwhile stoic frame.

No knowledge can determine

whether these tears, yelled expletives

or vocalized profanities,

none of which were hoped for,

can proffer relief. The question stands

unanswered, by any reasoned response,

how best to cope with the inexplicable,

opioid defying, prolonged aching pain;

there is no where

or way to turn,

one simply endures

until the next reprieve.

Malcolm Evison

15 – 03 - 18

*also a RITE and/or a RIGHT but firstly the WRITE is for a purpose

Displaying Not Disclosing - illustrated poem

Splash into Spring - illustrated poem

Twilight Search - illustrated poem

When I Could - a poem apropos chronic illness

When I Could

           (apropos ME)*

when I could

I often did

at very least

I tried

now I cannot

it crucifies

  

my past life

truly died

Malcolm Evison

31 January 2018

   * Myalgic Encephalomyelitis – but also me!

from a scribbled note 02 April 2017

MORNING - a poem - re-posted

just a poem from my archives, unedited; original goes back to the 1970s (as best my memory serves me) but, previously published on this blog in 2009

MORNING

Blackly embroidered

against the morning sky,

three trees.

Filtering silver

through the mist; the sun

emerges into day.

But nothing seems

so real as in my dreams.

I grow into my death

it does not bind me:

the silence penetrates

my thoughts –

the face of Christ. In death

he conquered life,

turning even the shadows

into a source of light.

Death conquers life, life

death. The black and white,

merely the parts of one.

Under the endless weight of time

lies truth. Beneath the endless weight

of sky this earth. Waking

then walking through the quiet scene

the mist defines the dream

as truth.

Mist filtered early

morning sun

blackly embroidered trees.

The frosted earth

and silver sky destroys

all barriers.

                                        Malcolm Evison

Dogged Squalls

Dogged Squalls (Draft 12)

more puddles than hardcore form

the canines bridleway -

the howling gales chill breath

fails to dispel

the moisture sated clouds -

unbridled lashings of rain

perturbs the hounds

and angers their human minders

Malcolm Evison

04 January 2018