(1) Magic Carpet. (2) Note to Poem.

Why don`t you just jump onto your magic carpet?
Hitch a lift on the wind?
No cancelled trains.
No queues for petrol.
No traffic jams wearing out the brakes.
You could be with me in merely half a minute,
Flying from door to door,
From bedroom to bedroom.
The carpet parked securely under the table
As though it had always lain there,
An integral item of my Dining Room.

Your voice is just an echo down the line,
And the photographs you send me, flat unfocused images
That lack the living warmth
Of your sleeping body snuggled up to mine.
Oh how I miss the laughter and the tears,
The shared Sufi trance of peaceful nights
When we just cannot let go of one another,
A Sufi Heaven is when I am with you.

Why don`t you just jump onto your magic carpet?
A Paradise Garden woven just for us
On a great loom in Safavid Isfahan.
Craft magic woven for us
Six centuries before we were born.
Love, I am not cut out to be an ageing hermit,
And your rent free metal caravan, that sieve,
Is no fit home for you,
Nor for your pack of troublesome, brown eyed,
Long haired Lurchers
That poach rabbits for your table.

Women make the most competent airline pilots,
Or so you have often confided,
That is why the magic carpet is not in my keeping,
But was entrusted to you.
The barometer is now forecasting perfect weather,
Perfect for flying.
So now is the time to pack your scant belongings,
Unroll the carpet and speed due south to me.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 9th.2018.

Note. My daughter Natasha suggested that reading this Poem was like actually taking a ride on The Magic Carpet, instantly moving from place to place, moment to moment. This for me is most evident in how the carpet is one instant flying from Leicester to London, and the next is in situ under my Dining Room table.  This is how Magic Carpet journeys are supposed to happen, one moment the carpet and passenger are in one location, the next they are in another. To me this is a kind of visualization of telepathic communication, a form of communication that I have experienced many times, especially with people I love. Modern science has yet to prove, or disprove, that telepathy actually happens, but we know less about the human brain than we do about the Solar System and far off galaxies, and we know almost nothing about other dimensions, black matter, etc. I have never allowed science, public opinion, local custom or religion to close my mind. Magic Carpets are of course only symbols of aspiration, but on Persian Carpets are woven symbolic patterns representing the Garden of Paradise. Maybe that is a destination we all hope to achieve, hope to achieve through the powers of genuine love, which is always both spiritual and physical. God Is Love.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 11th. April 2018.