1.
The Destruction of the Museum.
The museum had been torched to a shell in less than a day. -
The art works destroyed in the fire represented innocence
And were deserving of rescue,
But the money that purchased those art works was cold and cruel,
Minted in African blood.
Power was imposed with an 18th. centuary nonchalance,
The locking of shackles;
The slash of a pound sign across a slave boy`s back;
The shriek of a child in the face of the Boss Man`s anger
As he casually mauled her mother with manicured hands
That daily caressed the whip.
At night these same hands would lift intricate porcelain figures
With the care of a spider spinning a delicate web
In the cool of an Autumn sun down,
Or the gentleness of the museum`s distraught curator
Sifting through heaps of ash.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 3rd. - 4th. 2015.
The full title of this poem is, The Destruction of the Museum that was once a Planter`s House.
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2.
Lunar Eclipse.
An eclipse is never total
The sun absorbs the errant moon
Into it`s bright corona -
A crystallized circle of light
Glistening like a diamond ring
Displayed on a black cushion.
This is how love is revealed
At those times when we try to conceal it -
A distinct but fragile aura
That illuminates averted faces
When we try to ignore each other -
Try to keep close to the shadows.
Thus it was at last night`s party
When you walked by me not speaking
Into a room packed with strangers -
Crowd fillers with too much to say.-
Only you brought life into the action -
Gave me a reason to be there -
Edged my dark world with light.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
March 19th. 2015.
April 29th. - 30th. - May 4th. - June 7th. 2015.
I was thinking of two very distinct occasions when writing this poem.
The eclipse of 2015 and an after show party in 2007.
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