1.
Russian Summer Holiday.
The grey bearded man is very fat,
His paunch the size of a whiskey barrel.
A quartet of girls sway in a circle;
The steps of the dance their prime concern.
If his feelings get hurt they wont give a damn;
Their somnambulant trance weaves a graceful pattern.
Sand smothers their legs in tobacco yellow
As they drift on the pulse of their private dream.
Down by the farm beside the seashore
A fox lies in wait for the farmhands to sleep;
And the sun turns the ocean to molten iron
As it sets behind the bare black hill.
The quartet of girls wander home together.
The grey bearded man glares up at the moon.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 24th. - February 8th. - 14th. - 28th. 2016.
February 28th. 2017.
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2.
The Remnants of Shirley`s Home.
Between bent trees blistered by age and fungi,
A deserted caravan, tomb like, rotting on it`s side
Under a halo of flies.
When she read my stars
Did the old gypsy woman foresee this far off day?
A grey haired man standing by her door,
A wedding bouquet cradled in his arms?
The field of stones now her hermitage?
I did not think to ask such things at that time,
Concerned as I was only with my fate
And the wife I would one day marry.
"My daughter" she said, in answer to my question.
"And you two shall be rock solid in your love,
As safe and strong as houses".
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 23rd. - 28th. 2016.
for Josephine.
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3.
Young Christine.(No.1)
Pink snow of April blossom;
Your smile glimpsed through my window.
Tomorrow we shall clear the fragile drifts.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 29th. 2016.
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