Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Completed Poem. (plus 1 painting)

Thinking only in black and white

I dipped the pencil into water

Then drew thick lines, squares and circles,

Onto the rough grained paper.

But suddenly I remembered your morning 

                                                           smile,

Radiant with Southdown sunlight,                               

And, ceasing to plan ahead, to value order,

I grabbed every colour that seemed entirely 

                                                            right

To dance an anarchic dazzle

Over the vacant spaces. 

I have never been able to tell you how 

                                        fabulous you are,

Especially you skating the width and

                                         breadth of town,

Chasing the seagulls with a laugh and a shout.

To me you are the midsummer`s morning 

                       gatecrashing the revels of night.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

10th. - 16th. July 2023.

For me the kingdom of night is England under Johnson and Sunak.

The girl in this poem is a genuine lady, a true spreader of spiritual light.