(1) Bird. (2) Swan Song.

            1.

         Bird.


Running scared
like a small child
or a black swan
with clipped wings
cornered
by the restless crowd
in the concrete cavern
water dappled.

The crowd murmured
as they watched the water
shimmer and sparkle
beneath the cold eye
of a single light
high up in the steel grey
concave ceiling.

They were shocked
into stillness
by your sudden dash
from one dark corner
into another
head down
shielded from glances,
you floundered like Icarus
in a snow storm of feathers.

I apologise
for invading your sanctuary
as one of the crowd
this Sunday evening,
but it seems that our paths
must now and then cross,
our interests similar,
our tastes much the same;
and I must admit
that the power of your presence
remains uniquely compelling;

and that quick glance you gave me
as you ran swiftly by
from darkness to darkness,
head tilted down
like a swan landing,
seemed to hint at the ghost
of a greeting.-

But that girl at the door
in the flimsy white Ball Gown,
is that your twin sister?
And why is she weeping?
Hands clamped over her eyes
to shut in her sorrow?
Perhaps even you
cannot give me an answer.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 25th. - 26th. - August 5th. - 10th. - 19th. 2016.
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                     2.

             Swan Song.


There is only one swan on my lake
Sometimes white
Sometimes black
Depending on my mood
Or the weather


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 10th. 2016.