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In the British Museum.
Blue and white ceramics,
Small moments of absolute quietness
In a room packed with chattering tourists.
I am reminded of last Sunday by the lake,
Only the sound of a stone skimming the surface
Making me look up from my book.
I had put aside my copy of Hamlet
And was reading Omar Khayyam in the twilight
To bring some peace to my mind.
But just now, as I studied a vase, Iranian 17th. Century,
I heard that woman nearby talk of Ophelia.
That woman with the odd imperious accent,
So like yours when you were young.
And in an instant I became aware of the spidery cracks
Deep in the ancient glaze,
The split in the rim of the vase.
"So that`s how it always is", I silently cursed,
"Love has never been a reliable peace maker,
And rocks get thrown without warning".
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 2nd. - 3rd. - 4th. 2016.
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2.
The Stone Paste Pot.
This blue pot is a single sturdy poem,
Not quite complete, the handle missing,
The Arabic inscription like a wave
Disturbing the still water
But not reaching the shore.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 2nd. - 3rd. 2016.
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3.
April Snow.
April Snow
A veil covering a young brides face
To hide her tears.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 4th. 2016
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