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

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Outcasts. (Revised).: I cannot tap out Morse Code messages, or draw simple patterns in the air with outstretched fingers. My hands are now so wrecked the keyboard...

Lucien`s Horses.

That horse you sketched when you were 8 or 9

In a letter to your father

Is an icon of compassion.

A red horse, deftly drawn,

Shown walking through a field of early tulips.

An equine Buddha in a man made landscape

Somewhere in rural England,

A place where only dreams invoke such beauty.

A gentle Buddha,  his quietness soft as mist

Sanctifying a mild mid April morning.

Through candid, Hawk sharp eyes, you watched that horse

Slowly become a reality on the page,

His body red as the flesh of a wounded dove,

Pain twisting raw fear into abject anger.

Your horse however knows only how to love,

He can even forgive the whip of a frenzied rider

Slashing deep his flank.

This reminds me how at school you slept in the stable

To escape the mob rule of the dormitory.

School was a lonely hell where no one listened, 

But later there would be girls to keep you company

Through empty silences of London nights,

You mentioned them in a matter of fact sort of way

When we larked in the pub, over a stout and a sandwich,

But I noticed your voice was gentle when you talked of horses.

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Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

July 1st. - 2nd. - 17th. - 30th. 2022.

Heatwave. Completed Illustrated version. (Revised).

Even this hot summer

It seems I am not alone

Hoping for a fresh fall of snow.

Energy prices are due to soar

Before November

Shuts down daylight

Adding deaths and destitution

To boost the seasonal misery toll,

But I still cry out for a fresh fall of snow

The air will then taste sharp and clean,

Especially in the red glow of dawn

Brightly promising new beginnings.

Tonight this heat is a wall of fire.

Oh now I long for a fresh fall of snow.

Trevor  John Karsavin Potter

July 29th.- August 11th. 2022.