1.
When you were born
An aviary
Of exotic
Tropical singing
Birds
Flew into your heart
& set it beating
To the radiant songs of hot summer nights
Sung beneath a garden of stars
A garden of multi faceted blossoms
Reflected in your violet eyes
As we danced
In the glow
Of midsummer fires
To the music that only we could hear
Our bare feet kicking through smouldering embers
That for once seemed as cool as autumnal showers
But tonight
As I sit alone in the kitchen
Drinking green tea
Sharp and bitter
To keep myself awake to write -
I listen to the strange December stillness
Clinging like frost to the window panes
That reveal a landscape denuded of birds -
And I wonder if my memories are simply
a story
Imagined to keep the cold at bay
As I sit alone and look back through the
years
Waiting for someone who may never call
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
November 28th. 2018.
2.
Curled up in my arms
like a cat
You refused to be moved
from my bed
Until you were ready for
breakfast -
A slow walk in the park.
The shoes you left under the sofa
Will you collect them sometime next Fall?
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 30th. 2018.
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