1
Superficial Love.
You told me I was too parochial,
And too ugly to board with you,
So I cut off my nose to add interest
to my face.
When gauze and lint were removed
You laughed at the predictable outcome,
And declared that a slight improvement
Just would not do,
And that a drastic improvisation
Was needed to shore up the ruin.
We consulted the history books,
Concentrating on old Byzantium
Where party games were the politics
of the day,
And finicky royal eunuchs
Ran pointless, elliptical races
All around the imperial clepsydra
To outpace any new fangled schemes.
We decided that a silver mask
Might add a touch of sparkle and glamour
To the inconvenient absence
So prominent between my eyes.
But love making proved out of the question,
After midnight the mask would start slipping
To reveal up close on the duvet
That fairy tales are a pack of old lies.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 30th. - July 1st. - 2nd. - 7th. 2016.
Note. A clepsydra is a water clock.
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2.
Holy Matrimony. (An improvised love poem).).
Girl - I did believe that I chose you
But -
No No No No -
God chose you
To break me apart - and then to make
me whole.
When I stand alone in front of a mirror
I see a husk -
A shredded leaf in winter
Stranded upon the snow.
But when you stand - so proud - beside
me
I am an oak - broad and strong - at mid
summer -
Safe from the saw and the axe.
And when you kiss my face in the morning
My heart zings like a gilded aviary
adazzle with ten thousand birds.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 6th. - June 30th. - July 1st. 2016.
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