Trevor J Potter's Art: December Daffodils. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: December Daffodils. (Revised).: Daffodils in December? I wish they would fold back into sleep, we can wait a little longer for the spring. Your face on the pillow; th...

December Daffodils. (Newly Revised Version).

Daffodils in December?
I wish that they would fold back underground,
we can wait a little longer for the spring.

Your face on the pillow;
the pale features of a Tang princess
perceived beneath still waters.

Your features, awash with dreams
that cleanse the lines and blemishes
from beneath your long eyelashes.

The moonlight on your still face
turns your skin to silver,
silk soft when I touch you.

Solstice pale, I watch you
sift through your secret images
that are locked in coral palaces.

But wherever your dreams now take you
you remain as calm and quiet
as a Buddha on a lotus.

Yet for you sublime satori
is found when you kiss your lover,
not alone in caves of silence.

Winter is the shortest season,
we could just as well sleep through it,
fierce storms a distant murmur.

Daffodils in December?
I wish that they would fold back underground,
we can wait a little longer for the spring.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 23rd. 2015. - November 11th. - 12th. 2016.
December 18th. 2019.

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...

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...

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.

Trevor J Potter's Art: A lyrical Poem for Lily. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: 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 thro...