Trevor J Potter's Art: The Felling of the Sycamore (Poem), Plus 3 Collage...

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Felling of the Sycamore (Poem), Plus 3 Collage...: In the cold still dark They crept out with saws, knives and axes To cut down the sacred sycamore. Even owls were silent, And foxes ran their...

Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Poems. A Slip In Time. / Clown Portrait./ Dusk M...

Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Poems. A Slip In Time. / Clown Portrait./ Dusk M...:                             1 .                  A Slip In Time. I`ve revamped my space to corner some elbow room, From convenience li...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Willow Pattern.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Willow Pattern.: I am this shadow You cannot hold me Only observe the outline Transformed into birds We soar high above the arched bridge Into the w...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Black Madonna (Revised Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Black Madonna (Revised Version).: Black Madonna Scarred hands and twisted arms Carved in ebony Boy child Created with the same ferocity That replicated her beauty Str...

The Felling of the Sycamore, Hadrian`s Wall September 2023. (Revised Poem),

In the cold still dark

They crept out with saws, knives and axes

To cut down the sacred sycamore.

Even owls were silent,

And foxes ran their errands among the furrowed rocks

With the instinct of the hunted smelling fear.

The harvest moon sheltered in a gauze sleeve of cloud,

Intensifying the darkness and the stillncss.

The blades began to bite while the vandals quietly laughed.

Soon they were gone, speeding down cold tarmac on hot wheels.

The headlights of oncoming cars and lorries

Blanking out the hills, the fields: the stars.

In the morning when the hikers found the sacred tree was down

It seemed that even the Roman stones were desolate with mourning. 

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

30th. September 2023.

 

Autumn Equinox.(A Poem and Two Pictures).

Today is the Autumn Equinox.

Multitudes of butterflies rising up from the gardens,

Scintillating patterns on their spreading wings

Remind me of the vibrant scarves at Carnival

Lifted high to wave a fond farewell

To summertime, the frenetic inconsistencies

Of a season more turbulent than spring or winter.

The multi coloured patterns on the carnival wings

Are like the flaming leaves that soon shall fall

As daytime becomes an obscure glimpse of light, quickly fading.

In a week or two I shall start to wear my wind proof coat,

Heavy and dull as the clouds lumbering out of the west.

By then I should be accustomed to the sodden greys and greens,

Bright colours reappraised as wishful thinking.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

September 21st. 2023.

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Song for Winter.

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Song for Winter.: Sleep garden sleep Under your duvet of leaves, Winter is a short season, Wink twice and it is done. In February the snowdrops Welcome...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Halloween London 1969 - 2015. (New Vesion).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Halloween London 1969 - 2015. (New Vesion).: Sitting in the window seat Reading Anne Sexton London far below me Pre online hegemony Frost bright and bustling Whole neighbourhoods...

Memory pools and Halloween.

Blue Rat and Landscape. (3 Pictures).

 

Atmospheres (8 Pictures).

 

Early Morning, 9/11 2023.(Poem & 2 Pictures).

A perfect late summers morning,

The air as clear as a bowl of chill water

Filled by a mountain stream.

I take a deep slow breath, holding the air in

Until my lungs begin to hurt, to feel bruised and pummelled.

A long hot month of summer influenza

Has made my whole body ache for the joy of living,

The abundance of art, and simply meeting

With friends and strangers in the scrummage of local streets.

I look up at a dazzling sky,

Counting small clouds scudding like miracle children

On crystal skateboards across the morning blue.

Then - on the 8 `o clock news - today is 9/11 -

And I feel ice cold - empty - bereft of meaning.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

9th. September 2023.

Keeping Things Simple. (Poem and Pictures).

Pencil and paper is far quicker, and simpler to rely on,

And therefore honest to the edge of madness,

Because truth always interrogates our lazy minds

That prefer illusion to abrasive facts.

It is time for me to turn the blank screen to the wall,

To keep the computer as dark as possible,

Although I need it for shopping when I cannot leave home.

I am not a Luddite, a breaker of new technology,

But there is something wonderful about pencils and paper;

About ink and oil pastel pressed hard on a surface

By fingers grubby with simple materials

Manufactured by crafts-folk in time honoured ways.

I can sit in the privacy of my quiet room,

And write, or draw, with ruthless integrity.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

4th. September 2023.

Yes the computer is a very useful tool, but there are too many people on the web trying to sway my opinions, to control how I think, but by employing simpler materials, pens pencils and paints, I gain a space in which i can quietly be myself and find my true thoughts.