Trevor J Potter's Art: As We Appear. (A Lyric).

Trevor J Potter's Art: As We Appear. (A Lyric).: I had never thought this before Not before you said it That I am a part of the landscape Just like the squat church tower The trees in the C...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Flowers on the Bare Hill. (Extended Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Flowers on the Bare Hill. (Extended Version).: Jesus crucified amidst a symphony of flowers. A song of sudden colours, of windblown music. The birds silent as the sky turns sombre, Imperi...

Flowers on the Bare Hill. (Completed Poem).

Jesus crucified amidst a symphony of flowers.

A song of sudden colours, of windblown music.

The birds silent as the sky turns sombre,

Imperial purple blinding the sun.

And yet strangely luminous the deepest of

                                                               shadows,

Midnight interwoven with noon.

Clematis and buttercups.

Apple blossom and winged seeds.

Asters and daffodils.

Tulips and Chrysanthemums.

Flowers from every season, from every continent

                                                               blooming

On the skull white rocks of this desert hillside

Used for day to day executions.

This was the bleakest spot near the city.

This was the silent place of sorrows.

Briar roses encircle the cross

With a hedge that reaches the crown of thorns.

Lambs entangled in the stems and branches

Bleat soft prayers that few can hear.

Even Jesus seems deaf on the cross,

And yet he calms them with his tears.

Mary rescues the smallest of the lambs

And holds him as though he were her child.

Saint John feeds the lamb from his satchel of bread.

Three days later the storm had passed.

Three days later the crowds had dispersed.

Love moved the stone, unsealed the tomb,

Golgotha changed into a sea of flowers.

Even the cross took root and flourished,

Became an oak tree rich in leaf.

Then all the birds in all the gardens

Of Jerusalem broke into song.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

July 18th. - 19th. - 20th. - 21st. 2021.

Based on a semi abstract picture of Christ crucified in a garden of large flowers that I painted a year or two ago.

Local Bookshop. (New Rewritten Version).

There are no electronic books 

For sale in this bookshop.

This is good news.

Clear print on first rate paper

Reassures me,

Lends me a sense of stability,

Of permanent aesthetic value

Out lasting our cut price world.

Expediency cannot eradicate truth.

Like a sprinter first up with the gun

Time rushes passed implacably,

Leaving us stunned in the process.

Time hates to be inconspicuous.

Smart Phones and tablets and laptops

Are replaced at regular intervals,

Just a year or two, then lights out.

Snug between hardback covers,

Resting on shelves in a back room,

Books fall apart more slowly

Than electronics designed to delete them

With words zapped neatly through space.

Books, being objects of beauty,

Even children handle them kindly,

As though greeting a secret friend.

Books crafted by Master Printers

Never forfeit integrity.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

July 14th. - 15th. 2021.

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.