MAL's FACTORY - Poetry & Prose Poems

A companion to THE WORD OF SINNA LUVVA blog. An Outlet for new poems, drafts of poems and even rediscovered or reworked ones! For more poetry by Malcolm Evison see the Related Sites listing.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

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


Tuesday, January 09, 2018

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

Sunday, January 07, 2018

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  

Friday, October 13, 2017

Towards An Autocratic State - a poem (impromptu response to a High Court ruling)


Towards An Autocratic State
(apropos the ruling against the CWU)


Greater love hath no judge
than to lay down the law
against the working man –

Thou shalt not interfere
with the profiteers
whom we have gifted with

these former assets
of the nation state



Malcolm Evison

12 October 2017

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Proprietary Rites



PROPRIETARY RITES



These aches, these cruel
crucifying pains
do not belong to me -

today they own me,
clamping my lower limbs
in their psychotic embrace.

Through throbbing knees
and tiresome aching hips
they pour out scorn

on all my hopes
of overcoming;
today, they overwhelm me.




Malcolm Evison

14 September 2017


(Draft V)

Friday, August 04, 2017