Veiled.

Soft, delicate colours.

Summer rain drifting through greenery.

Water glistening on your skin
Reflects the bright face of the moon
Glimpsed through the bedroom window.
Faults in the glass distort the image.

I am sure of few things, sometimes your smile,

The touch of your hand in the dark.

                     *

I wake up with a start,
You are not here beside me.

I walk from room to room in a daze.
The coats are all dusty. You are nowhere to be found.

I was sure you were with me all through the night:
Five years gone by           but you have not altered.

I can still feel the warmth of your hair on my fingers;
Read the depths in your eyes for hours.

                    *

Soft, delicate colours.

Summer rain drifting through greenery.

In a month or two you shall be back here with me,
But the waiting chokes      like a mouthful of sand.
The morning rain cold on my skin,
The wind is stinging my cheek bone.

I turn to the north and whisper your name.

This garden is dappled with memories.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 14th. - 21st. - 29th. 2018.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Three Short Poems For Aunt May.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Three Short Poems For Aunt May.:                           1 .                   Endgame . There are no poems in the eyes of the dead Only the shadow of a sun gone out...

Out of the Ark.

Woodworm,
Deathwatch Beetles,
Carnivorous Ants
All snuggled down discretely
In Noah`s timber Ark,
But never offered Noah
A single word of thanks.

Thus it is
With politicians,
With casual friends,
With Dogs and Cats,
They take what is on offer
Then smartly turn their backs,
Needy eyes fixed on a new horizon.

Naamah,
Lamech`s feisty daughter,
Don`t count my worth in cash,
Don`t pack your shoulder bag
Once my turn is done,
My credit in the wheely bin,
My reputation trashed.
Please don`t make tracks.
I etched a dove upon your wedding ring,
Please take note of that.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 13th. - August 8th. 2018.
Naamah was Noah`s wife. She refused to get into the Ark until the very last moment.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Snow Queen. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Snow Queen. (Revised).: My eyes soon tire of such opulence. In future please keep to simpler costumes So that I can dream who you really are. In the meantime I...

The Snow Queen. (Revised).

My eyes soon tire of such opulence.
In future please keep to simpler costumes
So that I can dream who you really are.

In the meantime I sit quietly in the amphitheatre
Watching you move among the other dancers
Like a shaft of light intermittently piercing the clouds,

Your blonde hair almost touching the boards of the stage
As you trust yourself to the strength of your partner,
The choreographed moves planned to look improvised.

To be honest, I prefer you in torn jeans and trainers
Standing incognito outside the theatre,
Just another pedestrian in the bustling crowds

Juggling the choices of tube train, night bus or taxi,
The applause a small part of the long weary day.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 2nd. - 3rd. - 5th. 2018.

I am indebted to Tchaikovsky for the first line of this poem.