Mounds Mystery

Mounds Mystery

Each tussock casts a spell

It holds the hound in thrall

To some deep primitive allure

His nostrils flare

Then slap the fragranced air

As they snap back

Swallow the scent

Of other marking creatures

Or maybe deeper still

Beneath the tufted mound

Some timid smaller prey

Seeks sanctuary

Malcolm Evison

13 – 18 February 2019

in the moment

my faithful hound 
displays that ease
of being in the moment -

eyes closed
and lips aligned
into a smile

suggesting ecstasy -
composure
as in a state of bliss -

it thrills
yet fills me
brim full of envy 

as health concerns
and turmoil of emotions
have long since 

cast aside
such calm 
assurance



malcolm evison
15 february 2017

and still - the dog walks me (first draft)

legs quivering, 
like a spluttering candle,
I wondered 
if they would carry me
down footpath and bridleways
of Piper's evening walk. 

I managed,just; then felt 
relieved to reach 
the portal
of our shared abode. 

Exhaustion breaks me, the result
not only of today's exertion but, 
rather a reminder
of last night's sparse
and troubled sleep.

The sun may shine
on just and unjust alike -
but then it rains

it pours, a plenitude
of aches and pains,

a multitude
of torments to endure




malcolm evison
15 november 2016