A Letter to Miranda, Who Wears my Old Coat. (Revised).

We will reinstate the old bed.
The comfort of old things
makes life bearable.
That which is new is always
                              a stranger,
but you.


But you are my brand new friend, my lover,
newly minted;
surpassing the roster of predecessors
as gold out dazzles silver.
An untamed spirit from a distant island.
A bringer of magic and dreams.


So how is it that you are not a stranger?
More near than twin sister
                                  is to twin brother?
Than mother is to child?


Lost in our dream I can find no answer.
The key to the book of Prospero`s magic
is frozen in time;
locked in an era shipwrecked in shadow.


You have said you will come to stay at
                                                        Easter,
and would like the apartment to be just as you
                                                    viewed it
in that snapshot taken by your father
on a one off visit,          a decade ago.


Well worn items have a warmth about them.
The death of your mother made you hoard all her
                                                school books.
I will now arrange the comfort of old things
to put you at ease                    when you call.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 17th.
May 13th. - 14th. - 15th. 2017.
June 5th.  2017.

A poem written for Ivy.