Three Poems (1) The Bather. (2) Deep Night. (3) September 1st. Sparkling Sunshine.

              (1)

      The Bather.


Your body, a black wand
Seen against white blossom.
Teak bending in the wind.


              (2)

      Deep Night.


Sleeping hand at rest in mine;
Powerless, gently turning,
Black leaf on white water.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 19th. 2017. (Poems written as a pair).

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              (3)

September 1st, Sparkling Sunshine.
        

I open the curtains.
The light rushes in.
The house resounds to the clamour of bells.

Scared by these sounds
The ghosts depart,
Fidget their wings then swoop like doves
Up to the loft             to wait for the night.

This afternoon I shall stroll in the park,
Sit by the fountain,
Drink lemon tea.

As I drink the tea I shall taste the day,
Bitter but sweet,      a hint of Autumn.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 1st. 2017.