An Unnamed Model.

 Although I do not know who she was,

Or who she could be,

I have fallen in love with the girl in this exquisite fresco,

Eve of the morning light,

The apple ripe in her fingers.

And although she was born late in the Quattrocento,

And no one can tell her name or family,

She`s as vivid to me as my companion here beside me,

Her hand lodged gently in mine.

How strange it is we can fall in love with an image

That has little to do with our mundane lived reality,

An icon far removed from all we know.

It is as though we by pass time when stunned by beauty,

And yet we cannot stop time with a kiss.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

July 7th. - 9th. 2021.

The fresco of The Fall in The Raphael Loggia, The Vatican.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Sleeping Beauty in Barnet. - A Story for Boxing Da...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Sleeping Beauty in Barnet. - A Story for Boxing Da...: The three storied house opposite to mine Has slowly vanished behind the hedge. Perhaps a sad princess has pricked her finger And awaits Prin...

Fallen Angels Poem No. 1 - The Eagle. (Revised)

My feet are like claws

I could cling to the crags

Eagle like

Observing my life

And yours

Arthritis has not yet crippled me

But it is time I quit the higher ground

Built a new nest in a secret valley

A secluded spot for you

And me

Soar eagle soar

Now reach for the clouds

On sensitive wings

An angel would envy

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

June 29th. - July 5th. - July 16th. 2021.

This first poem now dovetails easily into the second, (published on June 29th.), and the two should be read together.

Fallen Angels Poem No.2 - Transcendent Song. (Revised)

You always remark

I fell from the stars

The day that we met

Angels must gather

Where true love is found

Purer than words can explain

You could give me such love

If you truly dared

But safety first is your game

Your ego has snapped

Your Angel wings

And left you alone in the dark

The stars I fell with are in my hands

Trust love - then soar like the Lark

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

June 29th. 2021. - July 5th.

Fallen Angels Poem 1 is very different. I am holding it back for now.

Lost Tears.

If I could recover all the tears I have lost

I would become a lake wider than Windermere,

Deeper than the depths of wild Loch Ness,

Or the ocean due west of Sligo Bay.

And all the islands would be misty with ghosts,

The whispering ghosts of friends and lovers

Long decades out of touch.

But tears once shed cannot be recovered,

They evaporate like prayers in the morning light

When the candles are snuffed and the altar is cleared

And the church is locked up for the day.

Tears are sacred, that is why we hide them

 From neighbours and strangers passing our way,

Pale shadows in the rain.

Their healing words are just background noise

When we want to rage at the sun.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

June 26th. 2021.

Art, I am told, is fabulously useless.

Art, I am told, is fabulously useless,

A commodity beyond quick comprehension,

Yet fattening the purses of the wise.

I can hear God in the cool voice of the cello,

The anguish of a Sinti violin

Played by a refugee to earn some bread.

Profit and loss disrupt the music scene.

Art becomes holy when we truly love it,

Heals the anguished heart, the broken mind,

Makes dreams come true, if only for a minute.

Life without art is sterile and unkind.

Art is love expressed in song and Ikons.

 

I watched the towers of Rouen fade in rain,

Transformed into stone clouds above the city,

Losing solid mass, yet retaining their perfection,

Silent prayers merging with the storm.

Prayer is a type of art, a spiritual outpouring

Expressed in words, in paint, in Cathedral spires

Writing silent music on the sky.

Art is in the kiss a mother gives

With true compassion to her weeping child.

Art is not artifice, it does not hide the truth

Behind a glittering face mask of conceit

That will soon be packed away when fashions alter.

Art has no time limit. It has our generous love

That does not change although our hair turns grey.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

June 19th. - 22nd. 2021.

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