Solstice Nativity.(Newly Completed Version).

The daylight is too subtle at this time of year.

I prefer bright colours -  Odilon Redon on speed

Cutting to the heart of the matter

With the prism blade of his art.

Jesus is the god of sunlight,

He exists in the colours of the rainbow - the song of the Lark

Soaring into an intensity of blue

That almost blinds us as we look due east.

The Wise Men came from the east,

Following a star to find a child in a stable - a baby in rags

Sleeping among horses and cattle,

An innocent among the most innocent of creatures,

A small bundle of love and rainbow light

Born without language, just a scream of pain

When he cries to his mother out of the depths of hunger

In the cruel dark chill of winter.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

16th. December 2021. 

9th. January 2022.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Kernow. (Corrected Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Kernow. (Corrected Poem).: Away too long But Cornwall now forgives my years of absence, Welcomes me back to trek her cliffs and moors, But bars my entrance into hig...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Monday Afternoon by the Welsh Harp. (Rewritten).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Monday Afternoon by the Welsh Harp. (Rewritten).: Making love in the park was not a good idea However romantic the notion may have seemed Before we put the idea into practice. The mild ...

The Taiko (Drum) Bridge, Winter. (Revised).

This is how the year ends,

This is how hopes fall apart.

Thin black lines scratched on white paper

Indicate a bridge, a hill, a forest,

A village deep in snow.

No smoke rises above the steep white roofs

That seem to grow straight up from the frozen earth

Like plants left out for the winter.

The walls of the houses are hidden beneath the

                                                                   roofs,

And not one door or window can be spied.

The cold feet of the weary travellers

Have not been sketched, or even indicated

By the quick hand of the 19th. century artist

Who often worked with one eye on the clock.

He was concerned that drifts were deep that year,

And getting prints out to his rural punters

Was not be an easy task.

The transport system was somewhat rudimentary.

The travellers trudge towards the snowbound village

Neatly built behind a pale red fence,

On a bend of the mountain road,

A road not wide enough for laden horses.

This fence, it seems, is the only dash of colour

The artist splashed on an almost monochrome scene, -

Monochrome, that is, apart from the lifeless river

Reflecting exactly the blueness of the sky.

No traveller has a companion to converse with,

It seems every man is left to fend for himself

In the infinite solitudes

Of this desolate road that climbs the frozen heights,

But this is how an old year generally ends,

On a lonely day when Hope is clad in tatters.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

December 2nd. - 3rd. 2021.

Hiroshige print illustrating December on my 2021 Calendar.

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.