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Japan.
I did not know Mount Fuji was so large.
The boats, four or five deft pen strokes,
Float on a pale blue bay.
A purple scarf of cloud surrounds the mountain.
Sometimes I press my ears close to the paper,
But as yet I`ve never heard the temple bells.
This is the country pictured in the photos
Posed for my ancestor in the nineteenth century,
An English country boy in a white pith helmet,
The bright red tunic of a bold marine.
This was long before grey concrete towers
Vandalised what was left of Edo.
The glass plates have long since been broken.
The prints in his book are black and white.
No voices have come down to us, just pictures
Of a world so still it may never have happened.
The sun has set over distant Fuji.
A strip of Prussian Blue depicts the sky.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 4th. - 6th. 2017.
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China Bluebirds.
High above the empty footbridge
Two birds fly.
White sunlight on blue wings.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 3rd. 2017.
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