Trevor J Potter's Art: Pocahontas. (New Part 3 added to Complete Poem)

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pocahontas. (New Part 3 added to Complete Poem):                                       1 Just saying your name is enough  Pocahontas.   A name that means more than ordinary love            ...

A Gift of Wings.

Dear Miss Price, 

Do not reject this surprise gift of wings,

They once belonged to a genuine

                            Guardian Angel

Who now, at 65, has packed her bags &

                   taken out her pension

& moved house to somewhere due south

                                            west of Eden.

She no longer needs them to speed her

                                            on her way,

From vistas beyond Andromeda to

                                      Clapton Common,

From Aix-en-Provence to Hendon Central,

From Prague to Hackney Wick;

There have often been a number of unexpected

                                                 destinations

For a hard working Guardian Angel to pay

                                                          a visit.

But now she has earned her bus pass she would like

                                               to shed her pinions

& gift them to you on your nineteenth birthday

So you can smash your cage & ride the restless winds.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

March 12th. 2021.

Pocahontas. (New Part 3 added to Complete Poem)

                                     1

Just saying your name is enough 

Pocahontas.  

A name that means more than ordinary love

                                                   can promise;

More than the solace that every human craves,

Seeks in the lonely cities,

The concrete streets of solitude.

The midnight streets of London, New York, Paris.

Your sanitized image, splashed over cinema screens,

Has done you a great disservice.

                                      2

The forests you roamed when a child are not

                                                    even named

On the memory maps we draw with the aid of

                                                            dreams

Invoking a lost world deep buried beneath

                                                      plantations;

The scars from the plough; the footprints of

                                                              slaves.-

An ancestor of mine wed you, thus gaining a

                                                               status

Greater than he expected in the chronicles of

                                                      Jamestown.

But it was you who made the difference, not

                                                       John Rolfe

With his tobacco seeds, thieved from Trinidad

Under the guns of the Spanish.

Your tears brought peace, clarity, forgiveness,

When you knelt before the Chief and saved a

                                                                   life.

                                     3.                                                                   

You knelt before your Chief in the forest glades,

Your tears of coexistence, of tender understanding,

Doused malicious fires - silenced guns and drums,

Brought peace throughout the short term of your

                                                               marriage

Between the stubborn English and Powhatan.

But of course the colonists could not keep faith,

They fenced in the sacred land and started conflicts

That killed not just one man, but whole families of

                                                                      nations.

The London winter did for Pocahontas.

Her husband fell beneath a tomahawk blow.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

March 2nd. - 3rd. - 4th. - 12th. - 15th. - 16th. 2021.

I did not discover for certain that I am related, on my mother`s side of the family, to John Rolfe, the husband of Pocahontas. It now seems very strange to me that in my early twenties my then girlfriend was descended from John Rolfe on her father`s side of her family. I find this coincidence extraordinary.

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Her candid face, half in sunlight, half in shade, 

Looks out from the canvas, silent but questioning,

Pleading for an answer that I cannot give,

Except, perhaps, in a tumult of dreaming

Where time implodes and the truth has no rules.

I peer deep and long into her dark young eyes

As though she were present, here and now in this 

                                                                  room,

And not just a portrait conserved behind glass,

A remarkable example of homely Dutch art. -

Vermeer aficionados eye her shyly as they pass,

They tip toe about the gallery as though around

                                                               a shrine,

Candle lit in a shadowy Norman church.

I lack their moderation. I would dearly love to ask

This unnamed girl to step down through the frame

And play her flute for me. To laugh and sing.

But then I may not have the nerve to ask.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

February 27th. - 28th.2021. March 8th. 2021.

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