Chinese Box. No.1.
No sun. No moon.
A temple carved from soft wood.
Two white herons on the water.
Black sky. Black stream.
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Chinese Box No.2.
Like an old monk praying
The branches of this cherry tree,
So delicately crafted by knife
and chisel,
Bend over the black expanse
of the lake
In an awkward gesture of adoration.
Meanwhile a pas de deux of
white herons
Poised mid hunt on the polished
water
Seems to imply that even here,
In this monochrome miniature
Of a Chinese garden,
That the raw edge of life still stabs
and butchers
Beneath the artifice
of the ebony lake.
The cherry tree is gnarled and ancient
But will never lose a single blossom.
The island temple is shaped like a lantern
But has never shone a ray of light.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 9th. - 10th. - October 8th. 2017.
April 18th. 2018.
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