Twelfth Night 2023. (Revised and Completed).

No chance of a party

I chuck paint at the board

With a chaotic precision

So like throwing streamers high in the air

Over the heads of dancers.

Tonight is the night of misrule,

But I take my chances alone, not in a 

                                                 crowd

of revelers 

                   waltzing the world upside

                                                   down

Until the chimes at midnight.

Then they will holla for their mice drawn carriages,

Glass slippers stashed in gold handbags.

No, tonight I am certainly not one of them,

I have other priorities.

Fingers caked in oil paint - time becomes irrelevant

As I scrape and daub and draw,

Burnt Sack sizzling over on the gas stove -

An ageing mister Cinders 

Sat down among the ashes

With no invite to the Ball;

My window lit by a single candles glow.

I wildly mash the colours as I try to articulate

An anger that keeps my hopes alive 

Far from where the ticket holders Tango.

Tonight is the night of misrule.

Will I ever ride a pumpkin to the Ball?

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 5th.- 6th.- 7th.  January. - 8th. - 10th.  February. 2023.