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Trevor J Potter's Art: The Outcasts. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Outcasts. (Revised).: I cannot tap out Morse Code messages, or draw simple patterns in the air with outstretched fingers. My hands are now so wrecked the keyboard...
Saturday, 30 July 2022
Lucien`s Horses.
That horse you sketched when you were 8 or 9
In a letter to your father
Is an icon of compassion.
A red horse, deftly drawn,
Shown walking through a field of early tulips.
An equine Buddha in a man made landscape
Somewhere in rural England,
A place where only dreams invoke such beauty.
A gentle Buddha, his quietness soft as mist
Sanctifying a mild mid April morning.
Through candid, Hawk sharp eyes, you watched that horse
Slowly become a reality on the page,
His body red as the flesh of a wounded dove,
Pain twisting raw fear into abject anger.
Your horse however knows only how to love,
He can even forgive the whip of a frenzied rider
Slashing deep his flank.
This reminds me how at school you slept in the stable
To escape the mob rule of the dormitory.
School was a lonely hell where no one listened,
But later there would be girls to keep you company
Through empty silences of London nights,
You mentioned them in a matter of fact sort of way
When we larked in the pub, over a stout and a sandwich,
But I noticed your voice was gentle when you talked of horses.
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Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 1st. - 2nd. - 17th. - 30th. 2022.
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