Monday 4 December 2017

(1) Love Talk? (2) Weeks After the Party. (3) End House.

                   1.

          Love Talk?


Holding hands across the table,
Talk of coats, hats, and shopping.
Eye contact direct, but dazzling.
Just cannot say "I love you".


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 4th. 2017.

                  2.

  Weeks After the Party.


I am still picking remnants of last summer
From off the front room carpet;
Flecks of golden foil
Dropped by laughing children,
All their toys broken.

Meanwhile outside in my urban garden
Tiny dark green shoots
Disturb December leaf mould
Weeks before the solstice:
Easter tidings etched on Advent sorrow.

I drop the flecks of foil into the waste bin
Then stare out of the window.
The fading past and doubtful future seem
Just one quick glance apart.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 4th. 2017.
             
               
                  3.

         End House.


The old lady`s end of terrace
Has been converted into flats.
Gone the chats across the fence.
Gone the Winter Jasmine.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 4th. 2017.

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