Trevor J Potter's Art: The Forest Knight. - A Winter Parable. (Newly Comp...

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Forest Knight. - A Winter Parable. (Newly Comp...: A strange flower from the sleeping forest. Deep in sleep I am often a child Observing through mirrors alternative worlds. I see the Green Kn...

The Forest Knight. - A Winter Parable. (Newly Completed Poem).

A strange flower from the sleeping forest.

Deep in sleep I am often a child

Observing through mirrors alternative worlds.

I see the Green Knight transform into a tree,

He dies into the beauty of Autumnal forests

As he dreams alone 

Through the long cold nights

Of glittering frosts and frozen rivers.

The mistletoe ascending his new grown branches,

Weighs lighter than the leather reins

He once used to master his armour clad horses

As he forced them ruthlessly into battle

Through arrow storms that hid the sun.

But sudden wounds felled him when trees grew wise

And dragged him to earth as he rode between them

Planning to fight wars in ancient groves

Sacred to the hares and foxes.

Sacred to his hawks and horses

That roamed free once his grip was broken. 

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

27th. - 28th. - 30th. November 2021

The Suijin Temple Grove, Uchikawa.

Mist - Red sky

Boats drift in no wind -

Sailors leaning on poles

That momentarily bend like bows

When locked into stones

Lost beneath waves

Barely moving

Air still as summer

But chill as frost on glass

Chapping raw the cheek bones

Of sailors seeking refuge

On the distant shore -

Far away the mountains

Appear impossible to reach

As in a mirror darkly

I view this dreamlike scene

Made distant

By the curve of the frame

That bends both time and space -

An autumn tree in blossom

Defies all rules of reason

I can smell December in the evening air

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

24th. November 2021.

Hiroshige Print illustrating the month of November on my 2021 Calendar.

Maureen.

November blues.

I am learning at last to mourn for my life,

Something I have never done before

However bleak the season,

However sad the news.

I am a summer person,

That time of year when blind hope re-emerges

From the tight cocoon

That winter wraps around it like a bandage

While the bright wings form.

Hope is love reborn.-

But last night I learned the girl with laughing eyes

Had knocked back her last glass of champagne,

Packed away her typewriter and papers

And quietly slipped out into the cool mists,

The silent mists of autumn.-

Farewell old friend, you were closer than I thought

To the deep sad core of my restless being.

A sort of sister, adopted at first sight,

You have taken part of my truth to the stars.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

November 10th. 2021.

For Maureen, 1934 - 2021.

Instant Love. (Revised Ending).

You grab my lap as your kingdom

Hot threads of hair burn my lips

Your forehead pressed against mine

So hard we are both bruised.

So this is instant love, inevitable and

                                        dangerous,

A sudden visceral war.

                                    I request a truce,

Needing to readjust, to find my equilibrium,

That quiet mood I was accustomed to

Before you sashayed into my living space

Tearing my days apart.

But you`ll have none of this,

You know that you have won,

And dare not give up an inch of stolen

                                                  ground.  

Is love always like this?

You kick off your high heels, then make

                                     yourself at home.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

November 2nd. - 6th. 2021.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pauline. (Completed Poem).

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Intimate Music. A Love Poem. (Completed Version).

You are my closest truth

My harp 

My cello

I cleave you to my breast

And make new music with you

I am your voice

You are my real voice also

The grace notes

Our inner melody

Our Song of Songs

Our Psalms

When I touch the notes awake

Truly I become you

And you become me also

You are all that makes love real

My harp

My cello

I cleave you to my life

And make true music with you

Never a discordant interval

Never a note out of place

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

October 30th. November 2nd. 2021.

My true love is both harp and cello, depending on the time of day.