REBECCA JAYNE
Observing the precarious
existence
of household plants
swiftly followed by
the sideways glance
at buttered scones –
aroused by appetites
of taste and touch and sight –
she reaches out to clutch
the flower, trembling
with anticipation of the feel
or knowledge of restraining hands.
Seeking adulation
with every tentative step –
the pleasure of each stretch
a fleeting reminiscence
of the unencumbered state
of birthday grace.
Malcolm Evison
MAN FOR HIS AGE
Care-worn he leads
his guilt free life,
turns fears
into a bar-room joke –
he never fails
though sometimes falls
a victim to
“the changing times”.
Suburban heroes never weep,
they share with celluloid
an inability to bleed.
He veils his sorrows in
a sentimental song
and never sins –
his standards are complete
and up to date.
A true son
of a dying race.
Malcolm Evison
