Three Poems. (1) The Healing. (2) Cat Dancer. (3) Girl.

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     The Healing.


A crushed snowdrop
Slowly opening in my hand;

Absorbing tap water
Cupped in my palm.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 19th. 2014

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       Cat Dancer.


After the storm
Even our cat trod the walkway
with a new grace,
a linear elegance;
Tip-toeing around the fetid puddles -
The broken fences -
Much like a Maitre de Ballet
Gifted with four swift feet.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 28th. 2013 - February 19th. 2014.

In memory of Max, a very cool cat.

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                 Girl.


Girl
Mother of secrets
Face white as the northern ice floes

She retreats into shyness
Hiding beneath her heavy skirts
Two fractious children

Two heart breakers
Impatient to burst out onto a world
Not readied for their fearlessness.

Girl
I once danced with you through the small hours.
Why do you lower your head when I pass?


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 19th. - 20th. 2014.