Monday, 7 November 2016

Trevor J Potter's Art: Soulmates. (First Version.)

Trevor J Potter's Art: Soulmates. (Revised): By the lakes edge the flash of electricity in the air cracking the night sky apart, breaking my window. Your face, caught in the mirro...

Friday, 4 November 2016

Soulmates. (First Version)


By the lakes edge
the flash of electricity in the air
cracking the night sky apart,
breaking my window.

Your face, caught in the mirror
just before our first kiss
as we crashed out of our loneliness, landing softly together,
free falling through a hail storm of dazzling reflections
that perhaps, were our previous lives.
Your face, caught in the mirror;
pale moon between dark clouds.

I had known you for ten years before we first met,
of this I am almost certain.
Your voice a soft whisper on the edge of my dreams.
Your heartbeats
a distant thunder.

Now we curl close like children come in from the rain,
safe home at the end of a journey.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 4th. - 5th. - 7th. 2016.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Halloween London 1969 - 2016. (Revised)

Trevor J Potter's Art: Halloween London 1969 - 2016. (Revised): Sitting in the window seat Reading Anne Sexton London far below me Pre on line hegemony Frost bright and bustling Whole neighbourhood...

Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Halloween London 1969 - 2016. (Revised)


Sitting in the window seat
Reading Anne Sexton
London far below me

Pre on line hegemony
Frost bright and bustling
Whole neighbourhoods one family

Kids itching to throw sparklers
Dogs barking in a doorway
Trick or Treat unheard of

This culture now dismantled
Out maneuvered by the wealthy
Fabricating Paradiso

Where we once sat by gas fires
In shabby one room rentals
Scoffing beans and bangers

Black sabbath on the radio
Ginsburg in our pockets
Sugar in our tea

This town where folk once chattered
On buses                  On the railways
Now pimped in paint for tourists
Or buried deep as Pompeii

Or dwarfed by plate glass canyons
Built of broken promises
Devised to harvest money
trick or treat writ large

I sit here by the window
And dream of my lost city
That housed both poor and wealthy
In one extended family

The town where folk said "pardon me"
When hustling through the markets
On a rainy Sunday
Before silicone technology
Made us blind to the street scene
And scuppered our humanity

Sitting in the window seat
Reading Anne Sexton
Exile on my mind


Trevor John Karsavin Potter 
First Version: October 31st. - November 1st. 2015.
This New Version: November 1st. - 4th. 2016.

This poem should be read out loud.

Saturday, 29 October 2016

Friday, 28 October 2016

A lyrical Poem for Lily. (Revised).


The night is so warm that I almost believe
that I am standing on the rocky shore
of Lake Como on midsummer`s morning,
not strolling through London on All Souls Eve.

I am thinking - thinking - thinking of you,
snug as a chrysalis in your bed,
observing star clusters divide the night
between the emptiness and the light.

I walk in a daze through the silent streets,
and remember your voice down the telephone
as we conversed together for the very first time,
the sun rise out shone by the verve of your speech.

And although I have been told that love is purblind
the sound of your voice filled my mind with pictures
of a wild child dancing as she laughed down the phone
in a room I have never seen.

October retreats from dazzle to darkness,
but today we back tracked to the end of the Spring
when the world is ablaze with sudden beginnings
and even old biddies trip fleetly and sing.

And you are as young as this morning is new,
but the world that you love I was not born know.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 29th. - 30th. 2016.
February 21st. 2017.

Winter Night.